Chapter 1

When Adrian proposed to me, everyone said it was a blessing I’d earned in a past life.

But five years of his cold indifference eventually wore down every ounce of my love and passion.

His first love, Serena, returned with amnesia. He was so worried about her, spending his days watching the snow and the moon with her, reliving their sweet past.

Meanwhile, I was relentlessly trashed online, forced to abandon the acting career I loved.

I threw a divorce agreement at him, then turned my back and left the country with my childhood best friend for a show.

Who would’ve thought that the usually aloof Adrian would lose his composure, chasing after me, his eyes red, begging me to come back?

When the video of Adrian saving Serena went viral, I was in the makeup room, waiting for the next scene of my TV show.

In the video, Serena was clinging to Adrian, tears streaming down her face, a picture of pure misery.

The comments were full of heart emojis and sympathy.

“Seriously, I can’t watch this.”

“After losing her memory, she finds out her beloved is already married to someone else. They’re still in love but can’t be together. Ugh, it’s literally killing me!”

“If it weren’t for that witch, Skylar, would those two soulmates have been torn apart?”

“Look at Mr. Adrian’s heartbroken expression, my eyes are watering like crazy, boo hoo.”

“Damn! Someone needs to send this video to Skylar!”

“All I can say is, true love doesn’t lie. Skylar just doesn’t get that.”

Ms. Davies, my agent, stood beside me, anxious. “Why did this topic have to trend now? You finally got this supporting role based on your talent, and if it gets canceled again because of all this, no one will dare to hire you anymore…”

“What if…” She stood up, frantic. “You go talk to Adrian and ask him to take these trending topics down?”

I shook my head, my voice calm. “It’s no use. He won’t do anything.”

Ms. Davies listened, silent for a moment, then slumped back down.

She knew it, too. Adrian wouldn’t lift a finger for me.

After all, there had been worse words, more vicious attacks in the past, and he never once intervened.

Back then, I cherished my acting career fiercely. Those hateful words would keep me up at night, making me miserable, almost pushing me into depression.

I used to hold onto foolish hope, expecting him to speak up for me, even just a single word.

But what did he say?

“Trending topics only last a few days. We should just live our own lives, why bother with what others say?”

“I can’t use company resources for personal matters.”

“Skylar, you’re an actress. Don’t be so dramatic.”