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Kelly “This is Kelly Brook on Channel 5 News,” I began, my voice steady even as my heart hammered. “Anderson Grant, America’s rising star, has filed for divorce after a decade-long marriage to Miss A, sources close to the couple confirm that this decision comes as a surprise to Miss A, who was not informed prior to the filing. I paused, panic rising. But I had to steady myself, I was on live television and nationwide, people were watching. "We’ll bring you more updates on this developing story, stay stuned!" The broadcast ended, and the moment the cameras switched off, I exhaled sharply. Peeling off my earpiece, I leaned back trying to control the anxiety clawing at my chest. Anderson wasn’t just a headline. He was my husband. My secret husband. For ten years, we had kept our marriage out of the spotlight. The world adored him, but no one knew he belonged to me. I had agreed to keep it private, thinking it would protect us. But now, I wasn’t sure if that secrecy had been

Kelly His words hit me like a slap. I gave him everything, my time, my money, my heart and he had the audacity to act as if none of it mattered? How could he be so cruel, so ungrateful? After all these years, is this how he will repay me? Before I could reply, a slow deliberate footstep echoed through the room. I froze, dread coursing through me as I turned toward the source. Lucas, Anderson’s younger brother, stepped out from the shadows of the hallway, his head cocked at an unnatural angle, and that eerie, almost childlike smile playing on his lips. “Lucas,” I said carefully, straightening my posture. He took slow exaggerated steps toward me, he looked me from my head down to my chest then back to face. “Stay back,” I warned, raising a hand to stop him. “Oh, come now,” he said, his voice slipping into a softer tone that only made my stomach churn. “No need to be so cold. I was just going to say hello.” “I’m warning you,” I said firmly, my voice louder now. “Why so

Adrian I shifted in my seat, stealing a glance at her as the car came to a halt. Her gaze was distant, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. She’d barely said a word since we left the scene with her ex, and honestly, I couldn’t blame her. “Where are we?” she asked suddenly, her voice pulling me from my thoughts. “Oh,” I said, gesturing toward the dimly lit street. “I was trying to ask if you’d prefer being dropped at a hotel or my place” I paused suddenly realizing how offensive that might've sounded. “Not that I meant anything by it—just offering options” She nodded, then I continued. “You seemed... distracted, so I figured I'd give you time to decide.” She sighed, her expression softening. “I understand. Thanks for your help.” Before I could move, she reached for the door handle, but I leaned over, stopping her. “Allow me,” I said, slipping out and opening it for her. Once inside the hotel room, I immediately grabbed the first aid kit and gestured for her to sit

Anderson The mirror reflected the man I had become—a businessman with ambitions far beyond his years in music. I adjusted my tie, glancing at my reflection one last time before heading downstairs. It was already past 7 AM, and I was running late. Aiden was sitting in the corner of the living room, sulking. His arms were crossed, his face drawn in a pout that mirrored his mother’s features so perfectly it was hard to look at him sometimes. Aiden had always been sensitive, but it was a trait I couldn’t allow him to carry into adulthood. He needed to toughen up. Soon, he would be old enough to join me in the business world, and there was no room for weakness in this industry. “Why are you sitting there like that?” I asked as I walked past him. His expression brightened when he saw me, but he didn’t answer. I didn’t press further. If Kate had scolded him again, he’d get over it. He always did. It had been five years since Kelly left. Five years since my singing career had dropped as

Anderson I stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting my tie, again. It was almost ridiculous how many times I’d done it this morning. Every crease in my suit had to be perfect, every button in place. For a moment, I wasn’t sure whether it was the meeting or my obsession with Kelly—no, Kendra—that was getting to me. I ran a hand over my jaw, forcing myself to breathe evenly. It had been a week since I saw Kendra Lewis on the news, the politician whose every move seemed to be under a microscope, just like Kelly’s once was. But there was something more this time. Kendra’s demeanor, the power she radiated—it was undeniable. It was her. She had become someone else, someone untouchable. That night, after scrolling through her social media profiles, obsessively reviewing every image, I felt a gnawing ache in my chest. How had she done it? How had she transformed into this person who could walk into a room and command it? How had Kelly gone from the woman I once knew to someone