All Chapters of After The Divorce, She Became The Nation’s Sweetheart: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ryan's little body hit the grass hard.Isabelle was already on her feet, her expression tightening instinctively.A sharp intake of breath escaped a few nearby parents who had noticed, but they quickly returned to their own children, their attention fleeting.Meanwhile, Riven only glanced once at the fallen boy and back at Isabelle before getting up from where he sat and turned toward the parking lot. Isabelle was still anxiously standing there, unsure whether to call out Ryan's name or keep quiet.The boy looked up and saw the other kids running ahead with determination. His gaze locked on a certain short-legged young girl among them, her small ponytail bouncing as she ran: Aimee.He gritted his teeth.No. He couldn't fall behind.Instantly, he pushed himself upright, scraped the dirt from his knees with stubborn fingers, and kept running.Isabelle's gaze had followed every second of it, unblinking, silently tracking him as he fought through the pain. The tightness in her chest neve

The video loaded instantly.Isabelle's eyes fixed on the screen, her heart beating a little faster as the footage began to play.The angle was different from the press shoot, shakier, and clearly filmed from someone's phone. But it was clear enough to see everything.The timestamp in the corner read the same day as the incident.Isabelle recognized the girl who'd filmed it immediately.One of the makeup artists.She'd been the one who'd wanted to help Isabelle with her makeup that day when the artists gathered around Sophia, but changed her mind at the last second.The camera was only on her for a brief moment at the start, seemingly coincidental, as if she'd been filming a casual reel and accidentally caught the scene. But then the angle shifted deliberately, panning for clarity.And there it was.The full exchange.Faye stepping into Isabelle's shot. Blocking her camera angle. Joe calling cut. Faye's off-script jab about "desperate for attention." Isabelle's calm response.Then the

The diner Isabelle chose was tucked into a quiet corner of the neighborhood. It was just recently opened and they hadn't been there yet but it had a really classy and elegant decor. She still had her first half payment from the role as she barely had anything to spend it on and so she felt confident enough to strut into the restaurant. Moreover, since she said it was her treat, then she'd keep to her word. Warm yellow lights glowed softly through the windows of the diner, casting a gentle hue over the wooden tables and vintage décor inside. The smell of fresh coffee and baked goods wafted through the air the moment they stepped inside, mingling with the low hum of easy conversation and the occasional clink of dishes. A cheerful hostess greeted them at the entrance, her eyes lighting up when she saw Aimee who was dressed in a cute light yellow dress with a small bow on her head, making her look rather cute and kawaii. "Table for three?" the waitress asked. "Yes, please," Isabelle

A young child—maybe four or five years old—was crying, pushing away a plate of vegetables with dramatic, hiccupping sobs."I don't want it! I don't want it!"The parents looked frazzled, the mother trying to soothe the child while the father rubbed his temples in visible exhaustion."I'm so sorry," the mother said loudly, glancing around at the nearby tables with an apologetic grimace. "He's usually not like this—"Her gaze landed on Isabelle's table.More specifically, on Aimee.The little girl was sitting quietly, eating her pancakes with perfect composure, her posture neat and her expression calm.The woman's face softened immediately."Oh my goodness," she said, her voice warm as she smiled at Isabelle. "Your daughter is so well-behaved! How do you do it?"Isabelle froze.Her entire face went bright red.It was so conspicuous on her fair face that even the woman saw it, which she seemed to find rather funny, and she laughed."Oh," she grinned as she stared at Isabelle. "Looks like

The car pulled up to the film set, and Sophia was the first to exit.Somehow, she seemed too embarrassed to stay any moment longer.Her assistant came from who knows where and rushed forward immediately, pulling her designer suitcase from the trunk while shuttling after her.Isabelle and Rina climbed out a moment later, dragging their own suitcases behind them.Near the entrance, Director Joe stood with Chris and Vincent, all three chatting casually as they waited.When Sophia approached, they acknowledged her with polite nods."Sophia," Director Joe said with a brief smile. "Good to see you.""Director," Sophia replied smoothly, her smile perfectly in place. She had quickly regained her composure, as expected of a B-list actress.Chris, ever the taciturn type, merely gave her a short nod. While Vincent, who was usually more animated, offered a quick wave but didn't engage further.Sophia's smile faltered slightly, but she recovered quickly and moved past them toward the set entranc