OH NO! Margarette? Are you really sure about your decisions? how about you rebels? what would you do if you're in Margarette's situation?
I walked briskly down the hallway, each step echoing off the walls as I thought of William’s unexpected proposal. My heart still pounded from the confusion and disbelief I felt, and as I reached his suite, I pushed the door open without knocking. William looked up from the couch, surprised, but his face settled quickly into a guarded expression."Margarette," he started, getting up.“No, you don’t get to start,” I cut him off sharply. “What was that out there, William? That…that proposal wasn’t part of any agreement.”He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Margarette, listen. I know it was sudden, and it wasn’t what we planned, but I had no choice.” His voice was calm, rational, as though we were discussing a business deal gone awry rather than my fake engagement.“No choice?” I repeated, incredulous. “There is always a choice. And you chose to put on a show in front of those cameras—one that you know full well I didn’t ask for and certainly didn’t agree to.”William loo
Days passed, and we continued our roles for the public. The engagement was splashed across every tabloid, every entertainment show. "Margarette and William: An Unlikely Love Story," they called it, but behind the scenes, everything felt off-kilter.One evening, Aunt Lou talked to me, her voice light but curious. “So,” she started slowly, “I saw the news. You and William, hmmn?” I could hear the hope in her voice, the expectation that I was moving forward, that maybe William could be someone who’d bring light back into my life. But the warmth in her tone only served to underscore the lie.“Yes and it’s complicated, Aunt Lou,” I replied, not sure how to explain. “Things are…well, they’re not exactly what they seem.”She let out a small sigh, pausing as if she were piecing together what I’d left unsaid. “Margarette, child, you don’t have to explain if you don’t feel like it. I just want to make sure you’re not pushing yourself into anything that doesn’t feel right.”I appreciated her und
I spent the better part of the morning in the living room, trying to focus on a new puzzle with Lucas, who was steadily becoming my little mastermind. He was getting quicker at these, his tiny fingers piecing together shapes with a focused little frown that made my heart swell with love. As I leaned over to help him fit a corner piece, he looked up at me with his wide, curious eyes.As Lucas and I played with his favorite puzzle on the living room rug, he was bubbling over with excitement, his little fingers working to fit pieces together. I loved these quiet moments with him—watching his expressions shift with each puzzle piece he conquered. I thought we were set for a peaceful morning until he glanced up with a question I hadn’t prepared for.“Mommy,” he asked, looking at me with an innocent curiosity. “Why hasn’t Uncle Daddy William come to play? Did he… forget me?”I felt my heart falter. William had been so present in Lucas’s life, even during our tangled, complicated act for the
That evening, as I settled Lucas into bed, my mind was still spinning with everything I’d felt and realized at English Bay. I found myself replaying the questions I had asked Leon, turning over his silent answers in my mind, as if the warmth I’d felt there was indeed a sign that he’d heard me. I knew I’d have to face these feelings sooner or later, and that meant confronting William. He’d been patient, trying to play his part as best he could, and yet it was impossible for him to understand what it meant to carry a loss like mine.After days of thinking, wrestling with memories and regrets, I made my way back to the café where William had asked to meet. Today felt different. I had come to terms with the possibility I’d spent so long avoiding: that maybe, letting go of the past didn’t have to mean erasing it. Maybe it could mean making space for someone else. For Lucas’s sake. And, I admitted to myself, maybe even for mine.The next morning, I decided to send William a message: Mee
The days felt lighter than usual, like I was finally able to breathe again after what felt like a lifetime of holding my breath. I had made my peace with the past, with Leon's memory, and had decided to give my heart a chance to find love again, even if the path was still new and uncertain. William was making it easy. Each day, he seemed determined to show me how committed he was—not just to Lucas and me but to our future together. Today marked the end of a long and exhausting shoot. The sun was dipping behind the set as the director called for a wrap, the crew breaking into applause, and my co-stars and I relaxed, feeling the collective weight lift. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw William approaching with a radiant smile and a massive bouquet of red roses. I didn’t expect him to show up on set, let alone with flowers in hand, but the sight of him sent a quiet warmth through me. He looked proud, confident, and undeniably handsome, and I couldn’t help the blush that crept o
The day after my conversation with William, I received a message from my publicist about an upcoming press conference. It was organized by the studio to promote the film, but they’d be opening the floor to any questions the press might have about the recent engagement between me and William or the scandal. Part of me dreaded the entire affair, but another part knew this was necessary. After everything that happened, it was crucial to show that I wasn’t hiding from the spotlight—or from the truth. I arrived early, the room already buzzing with reporters setting up their equipment and fans gathering outside, hoping for a glimpse of the cast. My eyes scanned the rows of chairs and the raised platform where we’d be seated, and I tried to calm my nerves.“Margarette!” My publicist, Tina, called from the corner, waving me over. “Quick, before the others get here. I want to go over a few things.”I nodded, grateful for her organization as she quickly briefed me on potential questions and r
A FEW WEEKS AFTER...The day began like any other, except for the excitement in Lucas’s eyes as he pulled me down the hallway."Mommy! Look!" he squealed, pointing to the plane tickets William held, smiling wide. “We’re going to the theme park!”My eyes widened, looking from Lucas to William, who simply shrugged with a mischievous grin. “Thought we all deserved a bit of fun,” he said. I couldn’t hold back a laugh, my surprise quickly turning to excitement. “Thank you, William. This is… beyond words.”The three of us boarded the plane, Lucas chattering nonstop as we took off. I could already feel a lightness, a sense of joy I hadn’t felt in so long. Lucas held my hand, eyes wide with wonder as we soared over the clouds. The theme park awaited, but the journey there felt like a gift all on its own.When we arrived, Lucas ran ahead, practically pulling us toward the entrance. We took in the vibrant sights and sounds of the park, the colorful lights reflecting in Lucas’s eyes as he marve
As we returned home from the theme park, life fell back into its usual ways, although there was an unmistakable change between William and me. We still had a long way to go, but that night on the balcony had laid a new beginning—one built on mutual hope and a shared desire for happiness, both for us and for Lucas. A few days passed in a blur of rehearsals and meetings, a routine I welcomed for its predictability. Lucas had returned to school, and I found myself back on set, diving into my work with a renewed sense of purpose. Despite the hectic schedule, William and I made time for each other in small, meaningful ways. He would bring me coffee in the morning, his smile a reminder of the warmth that had started to bloom between us.Sometimes, he would surprise Lucas with little notes in his lunchbox or pick him up after school, small gestures that showed just how much he wanted to be a father figure in Lucas’s life.One afternoon, William sent me a message just as I was wrapping up a