All Chapters of After The Divorce, She Became The Nation’s Sweetheart: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Riven’s gaze lingered on the tablet. He had never expected to see Isabelle. At first, he wasn’t even sure it was her but he recalled that this was the same dress she had been wearing when she rushed out earlier that morning.On the screen, she crouched lightly, one hand gathering her skirt as though brushing against something unseen on the floor. Her movements were slow and almost languid. She trailed a finger in the air as if twirling a twig through water, and every so often, a small laugh slipped from her lips. Then, without warning, she turned. Her eyes widened, a look of startled surprise on her face. Those eyes gleamed with brightness, as if she had never learned to hide her joy.She looked really innocent and sweet. It was unlike what he knew of her. That image blurred with a memory long buried until the resemblance struck him so hard he nearly dropped the tablet.He exhaled, trying to steady himself. His fingers tapped once against the armrest habitually. From what he knew, s

For a moment, she could only stare.He had actually changed into the same soft brown shade she and Aimee wore. The casual pullover softened his usual sharp presence, making him look more approachable.Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Speechless, she could only stare at him as he adjusted his cufflinks with calm composure, as though this had been the most natural thing in the world.Meanwhile Aimee was also staring at him intently. Riven’s eyes met hers and he found her looking at him with a little pout. There were no words said but he knew she must be dissing him in her heart for turning their special pair into a trio.His mouth twitched imperceptibly. Why did it feel like every time Aimee looked at Isabelle, his own place in her heart shrank a little more?But, he didn’t say anything.Instead, his gaze brushed over both of them once, unreadable, before he reached for his watch and slid it into place. “Let’s go.”Isabelle finally found her voice, though it was only a f

When Isabelle clicked her notifications, she noticed they were all tied to Chloe’s account. Some came from large fan groups, names she didn’t quite recognize. The posts were all recommended to her and this must be because she had checked for Chloe’s account once before, out of curiosity.Since she had nothing to do, she clicked one of the posts curiously and saw that it was a livestream. She clicked on it and leaned back curiously. The screen lit up with Chloe’s tear-streaked face. She was crying profusely, voice hoarse as she answered the barrage of comments.Chloe: [I know I can’t fight them. I don’t want to be blacklisted… please, don’t make me say more.]Her fans filled the chat with frantic messages:[Who are you talking about?! Just name them!][We’ll defend you no matter what!][Expose them. Don't let unfairness win!]But Chloe didn’t name anyone. She only cried harder, insisting she had no strength to fight.Isabelle watched silently for a while, her chest tightening with dis

The midday sun spilled through the wide glass windows of the Zenith Media building, reflecting on the office on the top floor where Isabelle and Camille were seated. They were there to sign the contract for the show and Camille was currently reading the contract terms intently.When the last page was flipped and Camille finally nodded in satisfaction, Isabelle felt the knot in her chest loosen. She signed her name carefully before Director Joe's assistant took the papers for him to sign too.Once that was done, Director Joe, who had been observing quietly from across the table, finally spoke. “Good.” He leaned back in his chair, his kind yet sharp gaze fixed on her. “Don’t let what’s happening online shake you, Miss Torres. I didn’t choose you because of any ulterior motives and I don't think we've met before the audition. I chose you because you fit the role.”Isabelle didn't expect him to bring it up. She met his gaze and listened carefully.He continued, “The industry always has s

TORRES VILLAGregory slammed through the front door with the kind of fury that rattled glasses in the cabinet. Tiffany watched from behind him quietly, her mind ruminating what Riven had said. Ryan trailed at his father’s heels, eyes red, and clutching his school bag like a talisman. He had no idea what was going on. The boy had thrown a few tantrums in the car after he was picked up but Gregory had actually snapped at him, scaring him so much he didn't dare to speak. He quickly rushed upstairs to his bedroom once they were home.Gregory’s voice was a low grumble. “How dare he—” He paced in half-circles, his shirt cuffs undone, and his cheeks flushed. Tiffany watched the man pacing around with a hint of ridicule appearing in her eyes. He had cowered when Riven threatened him earlier but now he was throwing his weight around the house like a coward. It was simply ridiculous.“This is absolutely nonsense,” Gregory spat. “She brings that man’s daughter to Ryan's school right under my