My husband's lover replaced my identity. After taking back the copyright, my husband regretted going crazy.

I’d been a ghostwriter for five years.

Five scripts, and I’d taken my struggling actor boyfriend and turned him into a newly crowned Best Actor.

Yet, at the awards ceremony, he declared his heartfelt devotion to his innocent junior mentee, whom he’d funded: “Thank you, my inspiration, my muse.”

Daisy’s eyes glistened, tears threatening to spill. “Lucas, you shine so brightly. I only dared to hide in the shadows, quietly writing every word for you. I never thought…”

The entire internet hailed them as a match made in heaven, while I, the real author, became his "burnt-out writer with no…