It was only because I shamelessly pursued him that he agreed to be with me.
There was a pause, then a sigh.
“If this is what you’ve decided, I’ll support you. You’ll always have a home to come back to.”
After hanging up, I sent an email to HR to terminate my contract.
I had originally planned to finish my contract and then retire from Hollywood to marry Adrian.
That evening, the Award Ceremony took place as scheduled.
I arrived in a custom-made gown. As I walked in, people’s gazes lingered on me, full of strange meaning, though I didn’t understand why.
Out of habit, I walked toward the front row.
But in the seat beside Adrian—where I should have been—sat Chloe Miller.
I froze.
Adrian glanced at me, his eyes flickering briefly before his tone cooled.
“Sit in the back. Chloe isn’t used to her first award ceremony, so I’m staying with her.”
Chloe tilted her head and gave me a smile.
I looked her over. She was dazzling, dressed boldly—not at all like a rookie actress.
Her gown was the final masterpiece of the renowned designer Mia.
The sparkling earrings on her ears were the very pair of couple’s earrings I had custom-made for Adrian and me while filming in Germany.