I graduated from film school, and my dream was to be an actress. But just as I gained some fame from a movie, I was smeared with rumors, and became the target of everyone's criticism.
I explained multiple times that I hadn't interfered in the director's marriage and hadn't done anything immoral for resources. Yet the public didn't believe me.
During that time, I was universally despised.
Even many former friends and classmates believed the rumors, deleting me from their lives.
As I recoiled from socializing, Gregory appeared, wearing a ring on his finger.
"Be with me, Kasey. I'll protect you and give you all the happiness you deserve. "
Gregory's trust shattered the darkness that had enveloped me.
I nodded, touched.
Gregory didn't disappoint me.
The online slander and the mocking accusations against my family—he fought them all, no complaints. But now, this very person who had pulled me out of the shadows was the one who once again pushed me into despair.
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With trembling fingers, I dialed Gregory's number. While he was being intimate with Jasmine, Gregory's expression changed instantly, and he entered her apartment.
"Darling, why did you wake up so suddenly? "
On the video call, his face remained composed, with no signs of worry.
I choked back tears and asked, "Where are you? "
Gregory held his phone and glanced around. "In the study. I still have some work left from earlier today. "
Through the screen, I saw a study that looked exactly like ours. Even the provocative photos I had taken years ago were hanging in the same place I could see when I looked up.
Because of those photos, in the seven years of our marriage, I had never stepped foot in Gregory's study.
I thought he was strange, wanting to look at such intimate pictures while also working.
But now, seeing the photos hanging in Jasmine's home, I finally understood why Gregory, who was known for his noble demeanor, insisted on hanging them despite my objections.
He knew me, and that's why he had carefully set this perfect trap for me.
I lay in it, thinking I was loved, but I was nothing more than a lamb ready for slaughter.
At that moment, the pain in my heart was so sharp that I couldn't speak. I remained silent.
On the other side, Gregory suddenly groaned. When he spoke again, there was an undeniable urgency in his voice.
"Darling, I know pregnancy is hard. Rest a bit longer. I'll come up and join you after finishing this… this little bit of work. "
"Okay. "
Hearing my response, Gregory flipped the phone face down on the desk. I hated the "beep " sound when video or phone calls ended.
Over the years, Gregory had gotten used to accommodating me, even when he was sneaking around. The sounds of his heavy breathing and Jasmine's flirtatious giggles soon became clear in my ears.
Jasmine was showing him her white stockings, her tone seductive, and full of subservient affection.
"Gregory, do you love me, or do you love your wife? "
Gregory stayed silent, not responding.
Suddenly, a loud thud echoed from the other room.
"Jasmine, Kasey is my wife."
"You're just a diversion for me. You don't compare to her."
