All Chapters of CHASING HIS SUPERSTAR WIFE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amelia's POVI did not speak for the first ten minutes of the drive.Priya knew better than to fill that silence. She sat in the front seat with her tablet, leaving me alone, and I stared out the window, letting the meeting sit in my chest and burn.Not because he had won. He had not won. Garrett was staying on the project; the amendment had been reversed before we reached the lobby, and every point I had walked in to make had been made cleanly and on record.I had won.That was not what was burning.What was burning was the two seconds.He had said my name. Not the formal version, not the usual Sinclair exchange we had been conducting since I walked into his building, but my name. With that particular weight he had always known how to attach to it. The weight that said I know you. I knew you before any of this. I know what is underneath.And for two seconds — two seconds that felt considerably longer from the inside — something in me had responded.Not to him. I needed to be precise

Glen's POVI had not slept properly in six weeks.That was not unusual for me at this stage of a project. Sleep was something that happened between films, not during them. During them there was only the work—the endless, consuming, occasionally magnificent weight of trying to take something that existed perfectly in someone else's imagination and render it faithfully on screen.This project was different from anything I had ever done before.This project was based on a very famous book series.The books had sold over forty million copies across thirty-two countries. Forty million. That was the kind of number that stopped being a number after a certain point and became something else entirely—it was a responsibility, a pressure, a permanent reminder that the people waiting for this film had already lived inside this story in their own minds and were going to arrive at the cinema having already decided what it should look like.My job was to meet them there without disappointing them.T

Amelia's POVThe first thing I did when I got home was call Diana.I sat on the sofa with my coat still on and the script folder on the cushion beside me, and I called her. It rang. And rang. And then it went to voicemail.I left her a message."Diana. Call me when you get this. I have news. Good news. The kind you are going to want to hear from me directly."I hung up and looked at the folder.Sera.I had said yes in a coffee shop on a Tuesday morning to the largest role of my career, and I desperately needed to tell the very person who had made that career possible, and she was not answering her phone.I checked my messages. Priya had forwarded the article to Diana that morning—I had confirmed it myself. Diana had not responded. She had not responded to the article or to the three messages I had sent since.That was unlike her.Diana Marsh was many things. And unreachable was not one of them. She had a particular relationship with her phone that she described as a professional oblig

James's POVMarcus had told me all about the news at eleven.I was in a budget meeting that had been going nowhere for two hours when he knocked and leaned into the doorway with that particular expression he used when the information was good enough to justify the interruption."Mrs. Sinclair has been cast in the Glen Winters production," he said. "It is a significant supporting role and it was announced this morning."I looked at him for a moment.And then I stood up."Reschedule this meeting some other time," I said to the room, and walked out.* * *I had been neglecting her.That was the honest version of it and I was very much so capable of the honest version when I was alone in the back of a car with nobody to perform a different version for.The past two weeks had totally consumed me. It had all begun with Amelia's return and the rest fell down like dominoes. The site meeting. The contract amendment and its reversal. The report from Marcus. The nights I had spent reading about

Amelia's POVI had rearranged the living room cushions three times.I was aware of this, and I was also aware that rearranging cushions was not something I did and that the fact I was doing it now meant something I was not going to examine too closely.Mrs. Brooks was in the kitchen. I could hear her moving around in there, the particular rhythm of someone who knew exactly what they were doing and was doing it without needing to think about it. She had said nothing when I told her we were having a guest for lunch. She had simply nodded and opened the refrigerator and started taking things out.But she had looked at me once.I knew that particular look. It was the one she used when she had noticed something and had decided not to comment on it. I had been on the receiving end of that look enough times to know exactly what it contained.I put the cushion back where it had been originally."Mama! " Liam was in the corner of the living room with his cars, and he held one up for my inspect