Chapter 1

I only poured half a cup of water for my Oscar-winning husband's female "bro."

Because of that, he yelled at me for being disrespectful and handed the lead role I had fought months for straight to her.

Under the excuse of filming a dramatic scene, his "bro" slapped me repeatedly and shoved me down the stairs, causing severe internal bleeding.

While I fought for my life on the operating table, he was enjoying a romantic dinner with her.

When the doctor finally reached him to sign the emergency consent forms, he only screamed through the phone:

"Celine, stop being so dramatic! It is just a little blood. Every actor gets hurt on set!"

"Stop competing with Renee. You are embarrassing yourself!"

Tears streamed down my face as I lost our unborn child.

And along with it, our marriage.

1 A week later, while I was sorting through divorce documents, Landon walked in.

He looked as calm as ever, stepping into the master bathroom while calling out casually.

"Make me those honey glaze ribs tonight."

Honey glaze ribs were the very first dish we learned to cook together.

Back when we were deeply in love, he promised that whenever we fought, cooking that dish would be our peace offering.

The last time we fought over Renee, he gave me the silent treatment for seven straight days.

I made those ribs and brought them to his studio, only for him to stomp the container under his boot.

He sneered at me back then: "Don't you realize your cooking actually tastes like garbage?"

I knew he did not actually crave the food today; he just wanted to offer an easy way out.

But I did not want his olive branch anymore.

When Landon came out and saw that I had not moved, he assumed I was throwing a tantrum.

He scoffed, sitting across from me, and offered a half-hearted excuse.

"I was rushing to the next location with the crew. It was a confidential shoot, so I could not reach out."

"I came straight home the second we wrapped. There is really no need to be mad."

Just two days ago, pictures of him and Renee holding hands by the beach were trending at number one.

Yet here he was, feeding me such a pathetic lie.

Was I really that gullible, or was I simply worthless to him?

In the past, I would have thrown the evidence in his face and screamed at him for lying.

Now, I merely gave a faint hum, completely detached.