The Secret Wife of a Hollywood Star

1.

My phone vibrated violently on the nightstand, as if it was trying to shake itself to pieces.

I fumbled for the alarm with my eyes still closed.

It wasn't the alarm.

It vibrated again.

I shoved it under my pillow.

The vibrations became muffled, but even more frantic.

It was 3:30 AM, and the blue light from the screen stabbed at my eyes. My notification bar had exploded―Instagram, Twitter, iMessage, all glowing with red numbers.

My heart started to pound. That familiar, sinking feeling