Married to a Star, Hunted Like a Villain

Callum's POV

"Callum, you can't divorce Delia!"

The moment Delia Sutcliffe's mother, Rosalind Mayhew, heard the news, she rushed to the hospital to stop me.

"You two are so good together, and you've been through so much to get where you are today. I know you're hurting over this thing with her and Jensen, so I'll call Delia over right now and make her apologize to you!"

Maybe Delia thought the same thing. We'd weathered so many storms together, so how could we possibly end up divorced?

This time, though, I only shook my head with a bitter smile and pulled up a video. In a dimly lit room, Delia and Jensen Pike were tangled together, naked.

"Jensen, I wish we could stay inside the show forever and never have to be apart."

Jensen kissed her passionately, his voice rough. "If only I'd met you sooner."

I set the divorce papers in front of Rosalind and spoke quietly, "Her heart belongs to someone else now. If that's how it is, I might as well let her go."

The day I was discharged happened to be the day of Delia and Jensen's wedding. Fans all over the Internet were sending their blessings to the couple who'd fallen in love on set, and the giant screens on the office towers played their lavish, romantic wedding of the century on a loop.

Sunlight glinted off the luxury Rolex on Jensen's wrist, and the glare made my eyes sting.

When Delia and I first started out, we were both just background extras nobody noticed at Halvard Studios. Maybe chasing the same dream was what made us kindred spirits and brought us together.

When we got our marriage certificate, I spent every cent of my savings on a diamond ring for her. She swore back then that someday she'd buy me an even better watch, saying a good watch was what made a man look the part. Now, she was keeping that promise for another man.

The first time rumors about Delia and Jensen came out, I didn't sleep all night. She hugged me, full of guilt, and promised she'd be more careful from then on.

The second time, paparazzi caught them having dinner and seeing a movie together in private. She frowned and said it was just two colleagues grabbing a meal to talk about the script, then told me to stop looking for problems.

The third time, I was in a serious car accident. While I was alone in the hospital going through surgery, I received a video of the two of them getting a hotel room late at night. When I confronted her, Delia didn't back down in the slightest.

"We just went to a hotel after work to run lines! Callum Ward, can you stop having such a dirty mind all the time? I'm a public figure. If this stuff bothers you so much, you shouldn't have married me!"

When the show wrapped, Delia and Jensen kissed with tears streaming down their faces. The photo blew up online, and the comments were all strikingly similar.

"Look at their faces. They're totally still in character! My ship is real!"

"Delia's probably the only woman I've ever wanted to see cheat! She and Jensen belong together!"

"Can Delia's husband just step aside for them already? How is some nobody who quit the industry good enough for a Best Actress winner?"

From that day on, people started stalking me and coming after me in one way or another. Every time I tried to talk to Delia about it, she only answered coldly, "Our fans are very reasonable. They'd never do something like this. Maybe you should think about whether you've crossed someone."

It went on until the fire left me covered in burns. When I woke up, Delia handed me a set of divorce papers, her face cold.

"Jensen and I both need the buzz. It's just for show. Be good and stay out of trouble for this one month, and once the promotion's over, I'll remarry you."

As far as I was concerned, it was time for this marriage to end.