She looked pitiful standing there. I frowned slightly. Where was Hector? …The day's filming task was for the three couples to work together to prepare a farm-to-table meal. At the riverside cabin where we were supposed to meet, I spotted Hector. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing his toned forearms, as he swung an axe, splitting firewood. One strike. Then another. Each swing was forceful, almost as if he were venting something. He glanced at me and then stopped, as if waiting for me to approach. Instead, I turned and headed toward the kitchen. Behind me, I heard the sharp thud of the axe as he slammed it into the tree stump. His voice was cold. "You don’t have anything to say to me?" I turned my head slightly, tilting it in thought. "Oh, Anne’s outside waiting for you. You should check on her. She’s about to freeze." His jaw tightened, his lips pressing together in irritation. His sharp gaze fixed on me. "I remember teaching you that everythin
By the time the crew rushed over, Hector was already carrying an unconscious Anne tightly in his arms, bringing her to shore. And I, soaking wet and shivering, dragged myself up the wooden bridge, looking absolutely pathetic. Everyone who witnessed what happened wore awkward expressions. A man who claimed he wanted to save his marriage had, without hesitation, chosen to rescue another woman while his own wife was struggling right beside her. Anyone would feel sorry for the wife. Even the way they looked at me now carried a hint of quiet sympathy. As soon as Hector set Anne down, he walked toward me. The icy river had drained the color from his face, leaving his skin slightly pale. His voice was low and steady. "Anne has severe aquaphobia."I took the towel from a crew member and slowly patted myself dry. After a long moment, I lifted my head. "So?" He said nothing, his gaze fixed on me. "So what, Hector?" I echoed the question in my mind.…The entire production
He seemed momentarily dazed, as if lost in thought. Maybe it was the shift in everyone’s attitude, or maybe it was guilt, but he became noticeably quieter. During group meals and conversations, he no longer casually offered unsolicited opinions or criticisms. During tasks, he took on the more thankless, physically demanding parts without hesitation. Even during the night shoot, when he saw me sneeze, he specifically asked the crew for a blanket and handed it to me. "Thank you," I said politely. "Suzy, we’re married." Under the night sky, his expression was hard to read. "You don’t have to be so distant." "Do normal husbands need a third party to handle their wife’s calls?" the female singer interjected with a sharp-edged tone. One of the show’s segments involved the wives discussing things that made them uncomfortable in their marriages. I hadn’t held back, listing a few things openly on camera—including that. The other women were baffled. Hector didn’t respond.
Because I chose divorce twice? Impossible. That was the one thing he drilled into me repeatedly—no matter what, I had to follow the script. Thinking it over, the only explanation was that he was doing this for the show. Hector wore his usual composed smile as he handed me the spoon. "This is the first bowl of oatmeal I’ve ever made. Try it." I played along, taking a bite. He watched me closely, his eyes sharp and expectant. "Too much sugar. The oatmeal is overcooked. Not great."I set the spoon down, politely pushing the bowl away before casually reaching for an orange from the fruit tray and starting to peel it. His smile stiffened. "Then don’t eat it. I’ll make you another one once I get better at it." Popping a slice of orange into my mouth, I let out a neutral "Oh" before pulling out a small box. "Here’s your gift. See if you like it." His eyes flickered with interest as he took the box and opened it. Inside was a blue striped tie. "You always have good tas
When he woke up, I was asleep, slumped over the edge of his bed. A warm hand brushed gently against my face, stirring me awake. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, a soft smile on his lips, his gaze carrying a quiet warmth. "Lost in the rain, drifting without direction, I finally understood—I love you more than I ever let myself admit."Thank God you’re safe. Thank God I still have the chance to say this. "Suzy, when the show is over, let’s go home and start fresh. Let’s make this work, okay?" He pulled me into a tight embrace. I raised a hand and lightly patted his back. …Two days later, during the final interview, I made my third and last choice. I chose divorce. The entire room fell into stunned silence. The moment Hector saw my decision, he froze like a statue, unmoving. For a long time, he didn’t react. …After returning home, I spent two full days doing nothing but lying in bed, letting the exhaustion sink away. By the third evening, as I stretche
I remained indifferent, unmoved by everything he did. I barely even spoke to him. I couldn't quite understand why his change had come so suddenly. But I couldn't be bothered to ask, or even to think about it. I simply... had no interest. The calmness in my heart was something I’d forged through countless sleepless nights. Now, it became the impenetrable armor that protected me. God was being fair. He didn’t just drop blessings from the sky, and he didn’t let me suffer for no reason. We shared a roof, but it felt like we were strangers. He stubbornly and slowly, worked toward something. One evening, when his headache flared up, he came to knock on my door, holding his head in his hands. The man, who was always so composed and steady in front of others, now displayed a vulnerability in his eyes that seemed almost childlike.I made one call and had Anne come over. When she arrived, breathless and hurried, his face turned a deep shade of red. The facade of calm he
Then a video clip surfaced online.It was of Anne and me falling into the water, and him choosing to save her.The moment it went live, the internet erupted."What’s going on here? This is like something out of a novel—he saves the assistant, not his wife?""I’m so mad! That woman pushed Suzy into the water! And instead of kicking her out of the way, he goes and saves her?!""This divorce has to happen! If it doesn’t, the viewers will never forgive him!""I know I’m being blunt, but I have to say it, I’m losing my mind over this.""And this is all happening in front of people—who knows what else Suzy’s been through behind the scenes!"The online debate quickly became polarized.As soon as my vulnerable position was revealed, coupled with the outrage over this "husband saving the mistress" scenario, the internet immediately rallied behind me.Some even compared my debut on a reality show eight years ago to this recent one.Back then, I was just nineteen, quick-witted and always smiling.
At this crucial moment, the female participant from the show went live.With a tone that hinted at secrecy, she said, "Suzy once confided in me during a late-night conversation that their marriage was too tightly bound, and she regretted not having done a proper separation of assets before getting married..."The sharp-eyed internet users quickly connected the dots."So, it’s not that she doesn’t want a divorce, it’s that she can’t! If she divorces, she’ll have nothing left!""Suzy may not be the lead actress, but she’s been in plenty of films and shows over the years. She can’t possibly have no personal assets, right?""So, what if she does? Can she outplay a pure businessman? A few moves and those personal assets could easily become company assets.""Oh my God! She’s not just losing her man, she’s losing her money, and possibly her future!""She must get a divorce! If not, I’ll block every single business under the Sinclair Group!"What began as a reality show on divorce snowballed i
That time on the mountain in the rain, when he couldn’t find Suzy, he felt true fear and panic for the first time in his life. And in that moment, he finally understood his own heart with absolute clarity.When Suzy chose divorce for the last time, the hope he had been holding onto completely shattered, yet, deep down, he already saw it coming. After the show ended, he made up his mind. Whether through persuasion or force, he would do whatever it took to stop Suzy from going through with the divorce. He went home but things quickly spiraled out of his control. He hadn’t expected public opinion to explode the way it did. In the end, it felt as if he was forced by the world itself to divorce Suzy. … Anne was fired. She fell to her knees, sobbing, saying her reputation was ruined, and she had nowhere else to go, begging him to take her back. But in that moment, he couldn’t hear a word she was saying. All he could see was the image of Suzy kneeling before him, pleading.
At that time, he and Suzy were still in a secret marriage. The young director openly expressed his admiration and appreciation for Suzy right in front of him, without any attempt to hide it. Hector furrowed his brows, hesitating. He knew with absolute clarity that if Suzy took on the role, her career would soar to new heights, completely different from where she stood now. But if that happened, would she still stay by his side? That day, when he got home, he found Suzy glued to the TV, watching an interview with that same young director.The admiration in her eyes was identical to what he saw in the director sitting in his office earlier that day. He turned down the offer without Suzy ever knowing. He found himself unable to face her openly, yet he refused to acknowledge the darker side of himself. So, he resorted to something both laughable and foolish. He began to suppress and criticize her. He started comparing her to Anne, the one she minded the most. He watched
But he could never bring himself to face her, nor could he find the courage to say a single word.The thought that his voice caused such a reaction in her body filled him with despair, as if he were trapped in the deepest depths of hell. All he could do was silently watch her from afar, keeping his distance. In the quiet of the night, from a car on the street to the audience seats at the recording studio… After Suzy left him, her career skyrocketed. The divorce earned her a huge following of devoted fans, women who empathized with her and treated her preciously. They supported her, offering advice for her future and ensuring her protection. Her smile returned—bright, warm, and full of strength. She began taking roles in women’s empowerment films, participating in various women-focused programs, and even became a host. As he watched her speak confidently and gracefully on screen, he felt a mixture of unfamiliarity and familiarity. There were so many times he publicly cr
His eyelashes fluttered slightly as he forced a bitter smile. "Not even willing to call me by my name anymore?"For a while, you refused to see me or take my calls. We've been married. Are you really going to be this resolute?"This divorce is a result of circumstances, Suzy. Just give me some time, okay? I’ll win you back—" He stopped mid-sentence, his gaze widening in surprise. I was suddenly removing my gloves and rolling up my sleeves. First, my down jacket, then my sweater, until my bare arm was exposed. He stood there, frozen and confused. I extended my arm in front of him. "Look, I’m getting red spots on my skin." He glanced at me, puzzled, not understanding what I meant. I spoke calmly, my tone even. "Every time you speak, these red spots appear on my skin. I went to the doctor. He said it’s an allergy, and the best way to manage it is to eliminate the trigger."So, Mr. Sinclair, please don’t say things like that anymore. I can’t accept them, not physically
At this crucial moment, the female participant from the show went live.With a tone that hinted at secrecy, she said, "Suzy once confided in me during a late-night conversation that their marriage was too tightly bound, and she regretted not having done a proper separation of assets before getting married..."The sharp-eyed internet users quickly connected the dots."So, it’s not that she doesn’t want a divorce, it’s that she can’t! If she divorces, she’ll have nothing left!""Suzy may not be the lead actress, but she’s been in plenty of films and shows over the years. She can’t possibly have no personal assets, right?""So, what if she does? Can she outplay a pure businessman? A few moves and those personal assets could easily become company assets.""Oh my God! She’s not just losing her man, she’s losing her money, and possibly her future!""She must get a divorce! If not, I’ll block every single business under the Sinclair Group!"What began as a reality show on divorce snowballed i
Then a video clip surfaced online.It was of Anne and me falling into the water, and him choosing to save her.The moment it went live, the internet erupted."What’s going on here? This is like something out of a novel—he saves the assistant, not his wife?""I’m so mad! That woman pushed Suzy into the water! And instead of kicking her out of the way, he goes and saves her?!""This divorce has to happen! If it doesn’t, the viewers will never forgive him!""I know I’m being blunt, but I have to say it, I’m losing my mind over this.""And this is all happening in front of people—who knows what else Suzy’s been through behind the scenes!"The online debate quickly became polarized.As soon as my vulnerable position was revealed, coupled with the outrage over this "husband saving the mistress" scenario, the internet immediately rallied behind me.Some even compared my debut on a reality show eight years ago to this recent one.Back then, I was just nineteen, quick-witted and always smiling.
I remained indifferent, unmoved by everything he did. I barely even spoke to him. I couldn't quite understand why his change had come so suddenly. But I couldn't be bothered to ask, or even to think about it. I simply... had no interest. The calmness in my heart was something I’d forged through countless sleepless nights. Now, it became the impenetrable armor that protected me. God was being fair. He didn’t just drop blessings from the sky, and he didn’t let me suffer for no reason. We shared a roof, but it felt like we were strangers. He stubbornly and slowly, worked toward something. One evening, when his headache flared up, he came to knock on my door, holding his head in his hands. The man, who was always so composed and steady in front of others, now displayed a vulnerability in his eyes that seemed almost childlike.I made one call and had Anne come over. When she arrived, breathless and hurried, his face turned a deep shade of red. The facade of calm he
When he woke up, I was asleep, slumped over the edge of his bed. A warm hand brushed gently against my face, stirring me awake. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, a soft smile on his lips, his gaze carrying a quiet warmth. "Lost in the rain, drifting without direction, I finally understood—I love you more than I ever let myself admit."Thank God you’re safe. Thank God I still have the chance to say this. "Suzy, when the show is over, let’s go home and start fresh. Let’s make this work, okay?" He pulled me into a tight embrace. I raised a hand and lightly patted his back. …Two days later, during the final interview, I made my third and last choice. I chose divorce. The entire room fell into stunned silence. The moment Hector saw my decision, he froze like a statue, unmoving. For a long time, he didn’t react. …After returning home, I spent two full days doing nothing but lying in bed, letting the exhaustion sink away. By the third evening, as I stretche
Because I chose divorce twice? Impossible. That was the one thing he drilled into me repeatedly—no matter what, I had to follow the script. Thinking it over, the only explanation was that he was doing this for the show. Hector wore his usual composed smile as he handed me the spoon. "This is the first bowl of oatmeal I’ve ever made. Try it." I played along, taking a bite. He watched me closely, his eyes sharp and expectant. "Too much sugar. The oatmeal is overcooked. Not great."I set the spoon down, politely pushing the bowl away before casually reaching for an orange from the fruit tray and starting to peel it. His smile stiffened. "Then don’t eat it. I’ll make you another one once I get better at it." Popping a slice of orange into my mouth, I let out a neutral "Oh" before pulling out a small box. "Here’s your gift. See if you like it." His eyes flickered with interest as he took the box and opened it. Inside was a blue striped tie. "You always have good tas