บททั้งหมดของ After The Divorce, She Became The Nation’s Sweetheart: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 108

But it was too late.Elara's body convulsed.A violent cough tore from her throat, and blood spilled from her lips, dark and vivid red against the pale stone floor. The Commander rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside her. His hands hovered as if uncertain whether to touch her."What did you—"But Elara wasn’t listening.Her trembling, blood-stained fingers reached for the parchment.She dipped them in the blood pooling beneath her, the warmth of it stark against her cold skin. She began to write.Her hand shook violently.The letters were uneven and barely legible, but she pressed on, writing one word on the paper:Brother.Her hand fell limp afterward.The parchment fluttered slightly in the artificial breeze.Her eyes fluttered closed.And she went still.The Commander stared down at her, frozen.For a long moment, he didn’t speak or move. Then, slowly, he reached out and picked up the parchment.He stared at the single word, written in her own blood, his expression unread

Autumn had finally begun to creep into the city.The morning air carried a crispness that hadn't been there the week before, and when Isabelle stepped out of the hotel, she noticed the shift immediately. People were wearing jackets that were a little thicker now, scarves appearing around necks, and the leaves on the trees lining the streets were starting to turn gold at the edges.It was subtle but clearly, autumn had arrived.On the bus ride to set, Rina scrolled through her phone lazily while Isabelle stared out the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of muted colors."It's getting cold," Rina said absently, pulling her cardigan tighter around herself. "I should've brought a heavier coat."Isabelle hummed in agreement. "At least we're almost done. Imagine if we had another month of outdoor shoots."Rina shuddered dramatically. "I'd freeze to death. Thank god your scenes are all indoors.""Mm." Isabelle smiled faintly. "And after today, just one more. Then we're done.""Then

Isabelle sat in the corner of the set, away from the main activity, a cold compress pressed gently against her cheek.Director Joe had insisted she rest here rather than return to the hotel immediately. He wanted the medic nearby in case the reaction worsened, and honestly, Isabelle didn't have the energy to argue.Rina sat beside her, arms crossed tightly, her usual bright energy replaced with a simmering frustration."This is ridiculous," Rina muttered under her breath. "Absolutely ridiculous."Isabelle didn't respond, her gaze distant.Her face still burned, though the swelling had gone down slightly thanks to the medication. But the discomfort wasn't what bothered her most.It was the nagging suspicion that wouldn't leave her alone.She already suspected the artist but that squabble the other day seemed too irrelevant for her to base her accusation on. Rina shifted beside her, glancing toward the makeup station where the artist was quietly packing up her supplies. Having heard Is

"Who told you to do this?"The artist's face crumpled, her breathing shallow and quick."No one," she said desperately. "No one told me —""Don't lie to me," Director Joe said, his voice sharp enough to cut.The artist's eyes darted around the set as if looking for an escape.But there was none.Everyone was watching.Director Joe held the bottle up."This is evidence of sabotage. You deliberately used a different product on Miss Monroe. You knew it would cause a reaction.""I didn't —" the artist's voice cracked. "She lied.""Then explain," Director Joe demanded. "Explain why you had two bottles. Explain why you hid one. Explain why you used it on her and not on anyone else."The artist's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.Rina stepped forward, her voice low and furious."You knew," she said. "You knew it would hurt her. And you did it anyway."The artist's gaze dropped. "I didn't mean —""Yes, you did," Rina cut her off. "You meant every second of it.""Enough."Everyon