walk-in closet, a room even l

e belonged to Mrs. S

lived on instant noodles, dedicating herself entirely

werful producer, a man known for his groping. Julian was also present. He noticed her discomfor

ss me in publi

y played a few minor roles, is now starring in a

oted herself entirely to playing the submissive wife he seemed to want. Sh

and anger, surged up her throat. It

self-pity. It's time to

st covered it. She blew the dust away, opened the lid, and waited for it to

ars. The inbox was mostly spam, but an unread email from two weeks prior cau

t starte

go. He praised her writing style and the characters she created. He said it was e

enough for her to live on for several years. It would also be

s beckoni

ided. Chloe Hayes, the wife about to be abando

and uncerta

he reply came almost immediately. The producer wan

ragedy and more like an inevitability. She scrolled through her cont

vin's o

er voice steady and clear. "I need yo

er throat seemed to subside. She walked into the main bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Sh

ng time, a spark gleamed in hi

accessory. She

ld water on her face, washing away he

was slippery from her earlier haste. Sh

ms, a soft gasp escaped her lips. She saw

m door burst open. A pair of strong arms encircled her