Chapter 9
Nathan felt ice spreading through his body, his blood seemingly freezing in his veins.
He stared at the vicious, snarling woman before him, completely unrecognizable from the clear–eyed, shy–smiling girl he thought he knew.
A wave of nausea hit him, nearly making him vomit.
It had all been an elaborate con from start to finish.
His supposed appreciation of talent, his protection, his rebellion–all just manipulation by a calculating schemer who played him like a puppet.
He had destroyed his marriage, ruined his career, and obliterated his reputation for this despicable, shameless
woman.
Overwhelming despair and self–loathing engulfed him.
Olivia slammed the door on her way out.
Nathan collapsed onto the cold floor, tears silently streaming down his face.
His life, it seemed, was truly, completely over.
In his broken state, Nathan turned to alcohol.
Lost in a haze, he found himself uncontrollably replaying memories of our time together.
From our first meeting on set to falling in love.
How I smoothed over production problems for him, secured the best actors and teams, stayed up all night discussing scripts when he hit creative blocks.
His step–by–step rise to success, becoming the industry’s golden boy director–all backed by my unwavering support and complete trust.
Those details he’d once overlooked or taken for granted now replayed in his mind like film scenes, each frame stabbing his heart.
He picked up his phone and sent me a long text message.
Every word dripped with regret and anguish.
His final message read: “Val, I fucked up so bad. Please forgive me. Can you give me one more chance…”
But his message, loaded with remorse, vanished into the void.
As soon as his first text came through, I blocked his number without even reading it.
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My new film project officially launched with an unprecedented press event.
During a media interview, a reporter thrust a microphone toward me, deliberately bringing up Nathan’s current situation.
Facing the camera, I replied flatly: “Don’t know. Don’t care.”
When the reporter tried to follow up, my staff quickly stepped in and moved him aside.
As for Olivia…
After Nathan’s downfall, she still fantasized about making a comeback with her looks and so–called “acting skills” by joining a popular talent competition show.
Then the scandals hit–one after another. Manipulating fans, a chaotic personal life, faked educational credentials.
The bombshell came when evidence emerged that she had conned several wealthy men out of massive sums of
money.
One victim came forward with bank transfers and chat screenshots, filing a formal complaint using his real name.
Overnight, Olivia became public enemy number one.
The show producers, avoiding any association with her, forced her to withdraw from the competition and pulled all promotional materials featuring her.
Just like that, she vanished from public view.
Later, scattered rumors surfaced about her fate.
They said she had developed a gambling addiction, losing everything she had and racking up astronomical debts.
Debt collectors found her, using brutal methods–breaking one one of her legs.
Someone spotted a limping beggar digging through garbage bins in a forgotten corner of the city, vaguely resembling Olivia.
And all I could say was: You reap what you sow.
Two years later, under my leadership, Carter Entertainment expanded further.
The films I produced and invested in achieved both commercial success and critical acclaim. Our TV shows consistently broke viewership records, multiplying the company’s value several times over.
We had become a true powerhouse in the industry.
And by my side stood a new partner.
At a charity gala, my husband and I attended as VIP guests.
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On our way to the ballroom, I caught a glimpse of someone in a server’s uniform struggling to push a food cart.
The face vaguely resembled Nathan’s, but life’s hardships had stripped away his former glow, his eyes now dull and
lifeless.
He saw me too.
When our eyes met, his body suddenly froze, nearly losing control of the cart, his gaze complicated with emotion.
I simply let my eyes pass over him calmly, as if he were a complete stranger.
Then, arm–in–arm with my husband, I walked straight into the ballroom.
Nathan watched my figure disappear behind the doors, finally lowering his head as tears fell to the floor in silence.
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