Blurb：
After eight years of marriage to Best Actress Scarlett Davis, Jason watches helplessly as she publicly declares her love for top-tier idol Liam Thompson. The internet erupts as Scarlett and Liam flaunt matching couple rings, while Jason stands forgotten—the invisible husband. When Scarlett dismisses their marriage as a “publicity stunt” and labels Jason just a “true fan,” the final betrayal hits on his birthday. Dive into this emotional saga of secret weddings, celebrity lies, and a heartbreaking divorce. Will Jason remain in the shadows or expose the truth about Scarlett Davis and Liam Thompson’s fake relationship?
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It was the eighth year married to the Best Actress, and she publicly announced her relationship with top-tier idol Liam Thompson in broad daylight.
She even shared photos celebrating the birthday of the ‘child’ they adopted together.
I didn’t call to confront her as I usually would., but she couldn’t sit still and took the initiative to explain,
“This is the fur baby we adopted. It’s the kid’s birthday. As the mom, I couldn’t miss the birthday celebration.”
My tone was calm,
“Adopting a fur baby sounds boring. Sign the divorce papers—why not have a real one with him.”
…
My Best Actress wife, Scarlett Davis, threw a grand and public declaration of love for another man.
It was announced across the entire internet, moving heaven and earth.
And me, who had been by her side for eight years,could only stand at the lively interview venue like an outsider.
The media reporters on site were cheering.
A group of hardcore shippers were overjoyed.
The next second, Scarlett put on a matching couple’s ring onto his finger – designed just for them.
Under the spotlight, they looked perfect together—a talented man and a beautiful woman.
All around were screams and gasps, I just lowered my head, looked at the wedding band on my own finger, then stared blankly at the couple’s rings on their hands.
They were the perfect match—then what did that make me, the one who’d weathered thick and thin beside her for eight years?
Scarlett’s executive agent, Benjamin White, spotted me and panicked, calling out, “J-Jason…”
Quickly, a curious reporter piped up, “Who’s that?”
“He’s a fan who’s chased after Scarlett for years,” Benjamin answered.
Staff who knew the truth burst into laughing, while Scarlett shot me a warning look.
Liam Thompson’s eyes flickered. He interlaced his fingers with Scarlett’s, smiling brightly, “I know you—you’re Scarlett’s true fan.”
“Are you here to give us your blessing?”
I was stunned.
Perhaps afraid I might say something wrong, Scarlett had someone escort me to a private room.
I looked at her silently, but her opening words were, “Liam has never gone public with a relationship in all his years in the industry. He insisted on ‘experiencing’ an official announcement.”
“I thought it was a win-win for hype—a publicity romance. Can you try to understand me?”
Hearing her words, I trembled with anger. I gestured to my wedding ring and couldn’t help but demand, “Then what am I?”
Scarlett gave a flippant laugh, “Consider yourself understanding.”
I forced a smile, “And what if I don’t agree?”
“Everyone’s having a good time today—don’t ruin the mood, okay?”
Scarlett’s words were like a sharp blade, piercing deep into my heart again, leaving me breathless.
I laughed until tears welled in my eyes.
Today was my birthday. Earlier, Scarlett had promised me a surprise.
I’d been looking forward to it all day, but she called in the afternoon saying something urgent came up and we’d celebrate another day.
I was a little disappointed, a little regretful.
Turns out, her “emergency” was rushing to publicly declare her love for someone else.
Just because he wanted to experience what it was like to have a public relationship.
How ironic.
We had been married for eight years, yet hardly anyone knew.
While Liam had only known her for eight months, after filming one project together, and they were publicly announced across the entire internet…
It was the recognition I’d only dreamed of.
In the past, whenever I brought it up, Scarlett would shut me down harshly.
She’d always get angry and ask me, “Going public would ruin my career! Are you trying to destroy me? Is that what you want? Force me to give up my career, go home, play housewife? Would that make you happy?”
Gradually, I stopped mentioning it, devoting myself to being the man hidden behind her for eight years.
Even after she rose from a streaming star to Best Actress, she never brought up publicly acknowledging me, her husband.
After that, I never asked again, though something inside me was slowly fading away.
Seeing me like this, a flicker of guilt crossed Scarlett’s face.
Just then, Liam walked over and pulled her away,
“Scarlett, hurry! Everyone’s waiting for us.”
Liam’s voice was soft, but his words carried a tone of claiming ownership.
Scarlett only threw out one sentence, “Jason Williams, sit here and think about what you’ve done. Wait for me.”
I was silent for a few seconds, “Go ahead. Work comes first.”
I saw Liam glance back at me with a smile.
Provocative and irritating.
In the past, I would have stepped forward to stop her:
“No! Scarlett Davis, you’re my wife! How can you just leave with another man?”
I used to believe that if I gave silently, tolerated enough, understood deeply, this eight-year marriage would be unbreakable.
To avoid divorce,and because of my irreplaceable love for Scarlett, I endured it down, again and again.
But I was wrong.
My sacrifice and understanding only made her take it for granted and hurt me without restraint.
Before, she’d tell me about filming intimate scenes.
Now, it was just a cold, “You need to understand my work.”
I scrolled through my phone for a moment and saw their global announcement posts.
“Only a fool would date me.”
“Then I’m a fool.”
I liked the post and left. When I got home, I saw Liam’s post exactly at midnight.
Liam, “Thanks Mom for celebrating Bubba’s birthday. Daddy and Mommy love you forever.”
The photo showed Scarlett’s hands cutting a cake.
Liam was holding a cat, smiling gently and sweetly.
Bubba was the cat.
I wasn’t angry or disappointed—just a sense of resignation, like I knew it would happen.
I stopped expecting.
I took off my wedding band, which I’d always treasured, and put it in a drawer.
As I was leaving, I paused, then scribbled a note for Scarlett.
It said: On a business trip.
I’d originally planned to be a stay-at-home husband, so I always refusing company trips.
But now, I didn’t want to revolve around Scarlett anymore.
In what felt like no time, the plane landed. As soon as I turned on my phone, I saw dozens of missed calls from Scarlett.
Another call came instantly.
Her voice was tight with displeasure, “Jason, why didn’t you discuss this business trip with me?”
“If you’re gone, who handles my meals?”
For her, I had given up a lot..
I turned down promotions at work.
I left behind my comfortable family background.
I rejected countless quality suitors.
Her stomach was sensitive, was picky, and hated takeout.
So I care of all her meals—every single one carefully prepared.
But I owed her nothing. I could choose not to.
“Scarlett Davis, you can order takeout. Or have Liam make you a loving meal.”
Hearing the sarcasm and indifference in my tone, she seemed caught off guard, surprised I wasn’t reacting to Liam as usual.
It took her a moment to find her voice, “What? You want Liam to cook for me?”
“Jason, stop talking nonsense. Buy a return ticket now, come back and make me…”
Come back to be an unpaid housekeeper? Dream on.
“My boss is calling.”
I hung up decisively.
On the fifteenth day of my business trip to North City, Scarlett’s manager Benjamin suddenly texted me,
“Jason, when are you coming back?”
I knew this silent treatment was finally ending.
It was always like thi—after Scarlett started the silent treatment, she waited for me to apologize.
Whether we made up was up to her.
But this was the first time she took the initiative to give me a way out, even if it was through her manager.
“About two more weeks.”
“That long? Scarlett’s been drinking a lot at events lately.With you gone, her stomach issuess are acting up.”
“Noted. I have a meeting.”
“Alright, Jason, go ahead…”
In the room, Benjamin sounded puzzled,
“Strange. Jason used to care most about Scarlett’s health. Why is he so cold this time”
A younger staffer whispered,
“He’s probably still upset. If my wife publicly announced a relationship with someone else, I’d lose my mind.”
Scarlett was livid,
“I told you it’s fake! We’ll announce the breakup in a year. What more does he want?”
“But this time feels different…”
Scarlett suddenly snapped, her expression disgusted, “I’ve spoiled him. He doesn’t know when to stop. Whether he comes back or not, I’m not falling for this playing-hard-to-get game.”
The trip went smoothly.
After landing, I went to the company dorm.
I took a month off, but not to serve her.
I had something crucial to do.
Another month later, Scarlett cracked first, calling again.
She snorted coldly, “A friend mentioned you’re back from your trip. Why aren’t you home?”
“Work’s slammed lately. Staying at the dorm’s easier.”
She pressed: “What about me? You’re just not going to take care of me?”
I laughed incredulously: “You’re not a toddler needing constant care! What? Want me to come change your diapers?”
Scarlett paused, surprised. “Jason, what’s wrong? Are you upset?”
“No.”
“We’ve been fighting long enough. Stop sulking. I called first; isn’t that enough?”
I felt weary, brushing her off:
“Not mad. I know it’s for the hype, for work.”
Scarlett sighed in relief: “Good. Now come home. I haven’t eaten.”
I replied flatly: “Can’t. Swamped with projects.”
Scarlett sounded bewildered.
“What job is more important than your wife?”
“Stop being difficult.”
Her temper flared instantly:
“Who’s being difficult? Staying out every night, house a mess, wife ignored – do you even want this marriage?”
“So what if I don’t? Scarlett Davis, I marriedyou, I didn’t sellmyself to you! Demanding care 24/7? Maybe I should enroll you in daycare for round-the-clock ‘mommy care’?”
“Fine! If you don’t want this, then divorce!”
Click.Scarlett hung up, furious.
I knew. She didcare, but she was confident she controlled me.
After all, the old me always yielded, centered my world around her. She thought I couldn’t live without her.
…
I got off work early for once.
Unexpectedly, she showed up at my office to pick me up.
I walked slowly to her car, reluctant.
“What? Not afraid of paparazzi this time?”
She motioned me in:
“I get why you’re mad. I forgot your birthday, right? I’ll make it up to you.”
I crossed my arms, expression cold: “Unnecessary. It’s not a big deal.”
Scarlett looked surprised. “You used to care most about this. When I forgot before because of work, you’d cry and make a fuss.”
“Alright, stop being stubborn. I’ll make it up.”
So she remembered I cared about my birthday.
But I cared back then because that day, that moment, was when I truly felt she was mine.
Not a superstar obsessed with fans and fame.
I didn’t respond, just got in the car.
We arrived quickly at a well-reviewed steakhouse.
Scarlett went all out for the “surprise.”
She had my favorite pink roses ready and was going to play a piano piece for me.
But before the first note sounded, her phone rang.
“Gone? Checked every corner?”
“I’m busy right now; can’t come.”
“What? Missing for a whole day? Okay, stop crying. I’m coming.”
She hung up, looking guilty. “Liam’s cat is missing. He’s frantic. Can I go?”
Seeing my silent, icy stare, Scarlett frowned. “Jason, what’s with the attitude?”
“Something this important? You’re not going to throw a fit, are you?”
I stared at her for a long moment before finally shaking my head:
“Won’t.”
Her expression instantly relaxed.
“Time’s tight. Every minute counts. Bubba might be gone forever. It’s a life!”
“Your birthday happens every year. It’s no big deal. We’ll do it another day.”
I met her gaze directly, expressionless: “Don’t bother, Scarlett Davis. Let’s get a divorce.”
As the words landed, Scarlett’s brow furrowed. She snapped:
“Can’t you be the bigger person?”
It was her most frequent line.
But what exactly constituted being the “bigger person”?
“Why always make things difficult? Liam means no harm. He’s not trying to take me from you. Why ruin this important moment with divorce threats? It’s just a birthday! They happen every year. We can celebrate anytime.”
She spoke righteously, dismissively.
Seeing her like this, I felt confusion, then relief.
I finally understood the value of cutting losses.
After scolding me, she sped off.
I looked at the empty seat, ate the entire steak alone, wiped my mouth, and took a cab home.
Scarlett didn’t return all night. I didn’t call to ask where she was. Surprisingly, shecalled methe next evening.
But unexpectedly, she came home the next night. With Liam.
Liam saw me and immediately put on an apologetic face:
“Jason, please don’t be mad. Scarlett was just trying to cheer me up with the whole ‘public relationship’ thing.”
“And yesterday, I didn’t mean to take her away. Bubba is our adopted fur baby. The kid was missing; how could Mom not come? My apologies.”
He was subtly telling me where Scarlett’s priorities lay.
He was more important than her own pet.
I wasn’t even worth his cat.
He wanted me to lose it, get jealous, start a huge fight with Scarlett?
Ending with me groveling to make peace while he watched and laughed.
He’d played this game many times.
Seeing him upset, Scarlett looked pained: “Don’t be sad. It’s bad for you.”
Liam laid it on thicker: “If it weren’t for me, Jason wouldn’t be so upset he left home.”
Seeing me “ungrateful,” Scarlett’s face hardened with impatience:
“Listen, I’m pregnant. But don’t get the wrong idea! It’s yours, not Liam’s.”
“He loves kids, though. I’m keeping it. He’ll raise the baby.”
“Stop standing there. Go make us some soup.”
I laughed bitterly at her sheer audacity, pulling out my phone and tossing it to her.
Her eyes landed on the screen. Seeing the photos, her face visibly paled.
I pulled a medical report from my bag – a vasectomy I’d gotten secretly the year we married, all because she once said she didn’t want kids.
Scarlett glanced at it and slammed her hand on the table.
The first photo showed them entering a hotel room together late at night. The second was the vasectomy confirmation.
“How dare you! Getting a vasectomy behind my back?”
Liam stood behind Scarlett, smirking triumphantly at me, but his voice was falsely concerned:
“Jason must have had a lapse in judgment, Scarlett. Forgive him this once?”
“At least Scarlett’s pregnant! Even if it’s not yours, Jason, you can love it like your own!”
Watching Liam carefully help Scarlett to the couch, his face radiating smugness without a shred of guilt…
I just found it absurd. This woman was no longer worth clinging to for the sake of past investment.
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