Blurb：
For two years, Chloe Bennett lived a secret marriage with Liam Johnson, believing his lies about his past with ex-wife Mia Williams. But when Liam and Mia’s reality show reunion goes viral, their staged romance turns into a public betrayal. As Mia Williams flaunts her control over Liam’s career and company, Chloe Bennett is labeled a desperate home-wrecker by netizens. With Liam denying their marriage and siding with Mia, Chloe must reclaim her truth. Will she expose their hypocrisy or let them destroy her reputation? Dive into this intense story of love, lies, and revenge where an heiress’s sacrifice meets a fading actress’s resilience.
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For two years, I’d been secretly married.
Liam Johnson and his ex-wife joined a reality show for divorced couples.
Amid waves of online blessings, they shared a tight embrace on camera.
He had once told me they’d parted amicably and were completely over.
I believed him.
But right after the show ended, he posted photos of their reconciliation on Twitter.
Quietly, I took out our marriage certificate.
And commented under his post, “Sunday at 3 PM. Don’t forget to meet me at the City Hall to sign the divorce papers.”
My name was trending just as I finished throwing Liam’s elongings into the living room.
That’s when I noticed Mia Williams had been frantically tagging me in the comments.
“Liam’s fame has really attracted some desperate fans—even photoshoping a marriage certificate. How pathetic.”
“I gave up my life as an heiress for him, stood by him when he had nothing. What we have is something you could never compare to.”
“I’m not just his agent now—I’m hold 90% of his company! Don’t you know a man’s heart is where his money is?”
Netizens were quickly swayed by her words and overwhelmingly supported Mia.
“Mia gave up everything for Liam back then, even became a homemaker. They grew apart because of his career, but now they’ve found their way back. What a love story!”
“Isn’t Chloe Bennett that fading actress? No wonder her agency didn’t renew her contract.”
“The audacity to openly challenge the wife! She’ll do anything for clout. She should leave the entertainment industry.”
My hands trembed with anger.
I tagged Liam, demanding he speak up.
I thought he’d stand by me and calm the storm.
Instead, he replied, claiming he didn’t know me at all.
And posted a photo of him holding Mia’s hand.
Liam’s response threw me directly into the eye of the hurricane.
With his support, Mia grew even more brazen.
In that moment, I was painted as a pathetic home-wrecker, trying to steal someone else’s happiness.
Strangers who knew nothing freely judged and mocked me.
And the man I’d loved for eighteen years stood by and watched it happen.
Just as I was about to respond, Liam came home, his face dark.
He frowned the moment he saw me and began to scold.
“You’ve gone too far. How many times have I told you—the show was just for publicity, to help Mia launch her branding career later?”
“Reality TV is all an act. We were going to announce a breakup later. If Mia hadn’t covered for me today, your career would’ve been ruined!”
I laughed coldly. “Wasn’t it you who said a sudden marriage would ruin your fans’ connection to your love songs? Now you’re suddenly worried about my career?”
I finally had to admit it.
He and Mia were the same.
Selfish and hypocritical, yet always acting as if they held the moral high ground.
He was silent for a moment, then softened his tone, trying to coax me.
“We’re husband and wife—your problems are mine. Listen, just publicly apologize and say the marriage certificate was fake. Leave the industry and stay home. I’ll take care of you, okay?”
He used the gentlest voice to say the most shameless things.
“Mia and I are just friends now. I’m helping her out because she’s struggling. Please believe me.”
I’d heard this countless times.
Every argument, he’d brush me off with pretty excuses.
When I didn’t respond, he grew impatient.
“Fine, I promise—once this blows over, I’ll make our relationship public. Are you happy now?”
He still thought I was jealous and trying to sabotage his career—that I was being unreasonable.
He took everything I did for granted.
I didn’t answer his question.
I only said calmly, “This apartment is my pre-marital property. You have one week to move out. Until then, you can sleep in the living room.”
He didn’t attempt to soften me with coaxing words as he usually would.
Instead, he packed a bag and left that very night.
I had hoped we’d end things with some semblance of dignity.
But the next day, I received a call from the director who had mentored me early in my career called me.
Furious, he said, “Chloe, it was you who insisted I give Liam a chance to sing the theme song for my film. Now he’s backing out at the last minute?”
After we married, I had poured all my energy into building Liam’s career.
I’d pleaded with my mentor for a long time before he finally agreed—as a personal favor to me—to offer Liam this opportunity.
All the arrangements were set, only the contract remained unsigned—and now he had withdrawn without consulting me.
The bitter irony struck moments later when I saw Liam’s studio post about a commercial performance.
Standing beside him, hand in hand, was his ex-wife—Mia Williams.
Humiliated and furious, I hailed a cab directly to the venue.
From a distance, I saw Mia distributing New York cheesecakes to the crew.
“I mentioned I loved these, so Liam flew to another city early this morning just to get them fresh for me.”
The people around them cheered. “You two are so sweet together! When’s the wedding? Don’t forget to invite us!”
Mia blushed, looking every bit the blissful newlywed.
Furious, I strode over and knocked the cheesecakes out of her hand.
“Who is this? Security! Escort her out immediately!”
It was Liam’s own assistant who spoke.
How bitterly ironic—after two years of marriage, his own assistant didn’t recognize me.
Mia was startled at first, then her eyes swept over me with a smug, triumphant glee, though her voice remained gentle.
“Sweetie, are you one of Liam’s fans? Would you like an autograph or a photo?”
I ignored her completely, and stared straight at Liam. “Why did you turn down the film theme song?”
“That? He does what I say. Let me explain.”
Mia stepped forward, answering for him while maintaining her kind facade.
“I compared the offers—the film song isn’t worth it. Commercial performances significantly better. We just got back together, and our future expenses will be considerable. Liam says we’re planning to move to a larger home soon.”
She even lowered her eyes with feigned shyness.
I took a deep breath, struggling to maintain composure.
“Really? But Liam told me the divorce show was entirely scripted. I heard he’s already married?”
For the first time, Liam’s calm expression shattered into a panic.
He pulled me aside, his voice a tense whisper, “Chloe, stop making a scene. We’ll discuss this at home. You still want to continue acting, don’t you?”
It wasn’t a suggestion—it was a threat, ordering me to remain silent and leave.
Seeing how nervous Liam was, Mia’s eyes reddened, and she called over the media.
“I know you have feelings for him, but do you have any idea how much I’ve sacrificed? He’s my whole life! He needs me too.”
She began to cry, covering her face with her hands.
“You’re so young and beautiful—I’m sure you can find someone better. But he’s all I have.”
The crowd around us began to murmur, fingers pointing in my direction—all taking Mia’s side.
“Isn’t that the woman who photoshopped the marriage certificate?”
“How shameless. Mia is so kind and devoted—why would he want anyone else?”
“Liam’s talented, handsome, and sweet—of course he attracts obsessive fans. But I’ve never seen one brave enough to confront the wife like this.”
Emboldened by the public support, Mia looked at me with unveiled contempt.
Rage surged through me, hot and blinding.
I took out our marriage certificate, holding it high for all to see.
“Take a good look,” I said, my voice cutting through the noise. “Now tell me—who’s the other woman here?”
The chaotic venue fell into a stunned silence.
Mia had assumed I was just Liam’s girlfriend—she never imagined we were legally married.
While everyone remained frozen in shock,
Liam seized the moment and stepped forward.
“I’ve never seen this woman before in my lift. Do you really think you can frame me with a forged document?”
Then he tore our certificate to pieces before the cameras.
His words solidified my public image as the delusional, obsessed other woman.
Watching this, Mia regained her composure.
She slipped back into her pitiful persona.
“Honey, if you truly love someone, you should want him to be happy. Don’t you know you’re ruining his life?”
The reporters were outraged—I had become public enemy number one.
Seeing them stand united against me, I felt utterly desolate.
“Then I’ll see you at the city hall.”I said quietly.
I knew this wouldn’t be the end.
But I didn’t expect him to come find me so soon.
He typically presented himself as gentle and easygoing.
But when he was truly angry, he never backed down.
So I was surprised he came.
Until I saw Mia standing behind him.
Mia put on her most innocent smile and warmly took my hand.
“Chloe, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”
Her words were still perfectly crafted.
“Liam was worried about my career prospects, so he brought me on the show for exposure. I never considered how this might hurt you.”
She paused dramatically. “And on Twitter—I was just concerned about scandals affecting his image. I hope you understand.”
I stayed silent. She didn’t press further, instead turning to Liam.
“Weren’t you going to apologize? Come coaxing your wife. After two years together, she’s still so stubborn.”
Then she reached over and pinched Liam’s cheek.
The intimate gesture turned my stomach.
Liam seemed to adore it.
His eyes softened, and he nodded before approaching me.
“I’m sorry. I was wrong.”
I scoffed. “So I should accept your apology and publicly claim the marriage certificate was fake?”
“We’re all doing this for Liam’s career, aren’t we?”
As if I’d exposed their plan, Mia dropped her act.
“So your career matters, and I deserve to be labeled a home-wrecker?”
They had no response. only glaring at me with contained fury.
“It’s just a reality show—all fabricated. I’m doing this for our future!”
“If you hadn’t posted the certificate, none of this would’ve happened! I’m cleaning up your mess!”
Liam kept making excuses, refusing to take responsibility.
I laughed bitterly, too exhausted to argue further.
But we’d underestimated the power of the internet.
Soon, every detail of our relationship was soon exposed online.
Even someone claiming to work at city hall confirmed our marriage was legitimate.
Public opinion began to shift.
“Liam remarried right after his divorce? Men are so unreliable.”
“I actually believed their reunion was genuine. Reality TV is such a scam.”
As the tide turned against them,
Their audacity reached new levels.
That afternoon, Liam posted an apology online.
He admitted to cheating during our marriage, then manipulating Mia into joining the show for publicity and her career comeback.
He couldn’t avoid responsibility for deceiving everyone.
So they chose to protect Mia instead.
A few crafted sentences threw me under the bus,transforming Mia into the perfect victim.
This was the man I’d loved for eighteen years.
I had been a fool—powerless and hopeless.
Suddenly, the internet flooded with hate again—all directed at me.
“I knew it—Chloe Bennett is no saint. She must’ve seduced Liam.”
“Pretty face, I bet she slept with directors to afford that apartment. Disgusting.”
“Poor Mia, manipulated by both of them. I wish Chloe would just disappear.”
I’d had reached my limite.
I gathered all the evidence—timelines, chat logs, receipts.
And what I’d earlier hired a private investigator to find—the real reason behind Mia and Liam’s initial divorce.
In the final moments before my flight took off,
I pressed “send.”
If you refuse to acknowledge your mistakes,
Let the public be the judge.
It was all a carefully constructed facade to conceal their own avarice.
Their divorce had never been amicable.
Three years ago, when Liam’s career began its steady decline.
Mia grew increasingly dissatisfied with their life together.
She always thought her looks deserved a wealthier husband and a more luxurious lifestyle.
Under the pretense of networking for Liam’s career.
In reality, she was secretly hunting for her next target.
Eventually, she began an affair with a wealthy man from San Francisco.
She then began picked fights, pressuring Liam into a divorce.
They had no kids, no substantial ties.
After the divorce, she manipulated him into giving her nearly all his assets by playing on his guilt.
Liam, desperate to protect his public image,
Relented.
But the wealthy man turned out to be a complete fraud—a married cheater with no fortune, whose wife publicly exposed and humiliated Mia.
With nowhere else to go, she latched onto Liam once more.
But this time, Liam told her he had a girlfriend and no intention of remarrying.
She weaponized tears, recounting all her supposed sacrifices, and each time, Liam’s resolve weakened.
He even used the savings my mother had carfully set aside for my future-my dowry-to open a new studio.
He installed Mia as the legal head.
Granting her 90% of the shares.
The divorced couples’ reality show was Mia’s brainchild—a public stage for their fabricated reconciliation.
The only surprise was that Liam had lied to her.
I wasn’t just his girlfriend—I was his lawful wife.
The evidence, the timelines—everything was laid bare with crystal clarity.
The truth was undeniable.
Public opinion reversed in an instant.
Liam was exposed as a serial cheater and a liar.
Mia became the greedy gold-digger.
Their drama was no longer my burden to carry.
I stood at my mentor’s doorstep,
My heart heavy with nerves and hesitation.
When I first started my acting career, he’d chosen me as his lead despite my complete obscurity.
He had guided me with immense patience.
Liam’s betrayal had caused him significant professional trouble.
I needed to apologize.
The door creaked open.
My mentor, about to take out the trash, saw me and wordlessly gestured for me to enter.
I braced myself for a well-deserved scolding.
But he simply looked at me in silence for a long moment.
Finally, he spoke.
“Did you do anything wrong?”
I was rendered speechless.
A wave of profound wronged washed over me.
I hadn’t cried when Liam and Mia hugged on national television.
I hadn’t cried when I was called the other woman and publicly shamed at the event.
I hadn’t cried when I made the firm decision to leave Liam behind.
But now, the tears came unbidden, welling up in my eyes.
Trembling, I looked at him and said,
“I didn’t. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
It was the truth. I had chosen Liam for love.
He was already divorced when I met him.
He told me his heart was free and clear—no lingering attachments.
How had any of that become my fault?
“If you didn’t do anything wrong, then why should you be the one to suffer? The truth has a way of revealing itself in the end.”
I couldn’t hold back my tears.
“I chose you back then because I saw the genuine fire in you for acting. You were, and still are, my ideal protagonist.”
His expression softened. “I have a daughter too. I’d want her to be strong in a situation like this—not be defeated by it.”
I looked at him, overwhelmed with gratitude, and nodded firmly.
He continued, “Go home now, I’m not angry with you. Sort out your own life first—just don’t get hurt in the process. Don’t make your parents worry about you.”
Stepping outside, I looked up at the vast, clear sky and felt a weight lift from my shoulders.
Yeah, I still had my parents.
I called them immediately and told them not to worry.
I was so deeply sorry—I remembered how I had thrown tantrums when they tried to stop me from marrying Liam.
Liam hadn’t even wanted a wedding.
But my parents had given their all to ensure I had what they believed was a beautiful start to my marriage.
Now, with everything in ruins, they didn’t blame me—they comforted me.
With people like this standing so firmly behind me, what in the world did I have left to fear?
I always wondered how someone I loved for eighteen years could become so unfamiliar.
I first met Liam in middle school.
He was my age, but his eyes held a sadness and maturity beyond his years.
He was quiet, didn’t like talking.
I’d pester him with questions every day.
I was his little shadow for three years.
In high school, I finally confessed.
I asked him, “Liam, I like you. Would you go out with me?”
He was calm and distant as always. “Thanks, but I don’t feel the same.”
From that day on, I left him alone.
We went to different colleges.
I became an actress.
He entered a singing competition, debuted, and released hit songs.
I heard he’d found someone he loved and had a grand wedding.
His wife became a homemaker, and his career took off.
I was sad for my youth, but glad I’d liked someone so wonderful.
We met again after an awards show.
I slipped out early and found him drunk on the sidewalk.
I’d never seen him so broken.
Like he’d lost the will to live.
I walked over, cupped his face.
He buried his head in my chest and cried like his heart was breaking.
All the love I’d suppressed for years came rushing back.
I couldn’t help falling for him again.
I thought I could save him, so I stood by him.
He moved into my apartment with nothing. I gave everything to help him recover.
I thought I was happy.
If only Mia hadn’t appeared.
For two years of marriage,
Every fight was about Mia.
He always said Mia was struggling alone.
He had to take care of her.
So he video-called her every day without guilt.
He’d help her pack at midnight if she asked.
He’d fly to another city for cheesecakes if she wanted, even if I had a fever.
I argued, cried, forced him to choose between us.
He’d go cold.
His anger was terrifying.
Once, I said he should focus on original music, not cover pop songs.
He lost it.
He thought I only said that because Mia liked those songs.
No matter how I apologized, he wouldn’t soften.
He left me on the roadside in pouring rain.
The rain stung, and my feet blistered.
I walked home alone.
I had a high fever, and he didn’t visit once.
I was scared then.
I was afraid he’d leave me.
I had to beg and promise never to interfere with his work to make up.
But he let Mia become his agent.
Controlling all his work.
Everything I did was a joke.
That same day,
I got a message from Mia.
Asking to meet at a café.
She dressed low-key, afraid of being recognized.
She was the center of attention now.
She started crying the moment she saw me.
“Chloe, please help me.”
I smirked at her performance.
As an actress, her skills were clumsy.
I didn’t know what she was planning.
I played along.
“How can I help you?”
She paused. “I’m just an uneducated divorced woman—I can’t find a job.”
“I supported Liam from nothing. For ten years, I never bought new clothes. I suffered so much—that’s why I left.”
I replied coldly, “If I remember correctly, you got together after he debuted. You lived in a 3000 sq ft penthouse. What suffering?”
She looked uncomfortable. “It was all for show… I really couldn’t afford…”
“He gave you everything in the divorce, right? Enough for a lifetime.”
“I… invested it all in his company…”
I didn’t want to hear more nonsense.
“What do you want?”
“When you divorce, give the apartment to Liam.”
I was speechless.
How did she grow up like this?
My pre-marital property—give it to Liam, so he can support her?
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