Chapter 5
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I first met Michael behind the scenes at an awards show.
In plain clothes, he performed passionately, seizing a rare chance.
But the bustling crowd ignored him, despite his flawless face, because he wasn't famous.
The industry is brutal.No fame, no attention, no top talent, no backer—you're a nobody, fading into obscurity.
I saw him leave the stage, his back radiating lonely defeat.My heart clenched.
I'd been around handsome men, but Michael's aura was rare. Perhaps it was my savior complex at play, but I ignored the advances of a hot star and approached him.
Michael was shocked, hands shaking as he held a glass, face red, speechless.
I fell deeply in love.I funneled resources to him—first a near-perfect supporting role in a big director's film, then a custom reality show to boost his visibility.
Our bond grew.He stopped blushing nervously, becoming attentive.
After grueling shoot days, he'd brave rain to cook for me, just because I mentioned it.
He kept track of my schedule better than my assistant, meticulously arranging my life.
We grew close, sharing everything.
Late-night texts, comforting hugs during tough times—he was there.
When I was sick, he cared for me tirelessly.
When my brother died, he shielded me from scheming relatives, enduring insults, mockery, even wine poured over him, just to give me space to grieve.
On our wedding day, he knelt, vowing he had nothing but a heart devoted to me forever.
Moved beyond words, I poured more resources into his career, propelling him to stardom.
I thought he would always be my source of warmth.
Now, it was all a lie.
"Michael, you think I'm a fool?"
I smirked, patting his anguished face.
His pain wasn't for hurting me—it was for losing my support.Crossing me meant his career was over.
Unswayed, Michael slapped himself repeatedly.
"I'm sorry."
The act stunned the room.Fans exchanged glances, their eyes settling on Rachel.
But Rachel was frozen, struck dumb.
