"If it were not for Nora standing up for you, the production would’ve kicked you out long ago."
"Look at her pretending to be important. Shameless."
Their mocking words pounded in my head as I clutched my stomach, trying to push my way through the crowd. But before I could escape, someone shoved me back.
“Miss Rose,” a familiar voice said coldly. "Mr. Monroe has instructed you to do your job properly. Don’t use discomfort as an excuse. Otherwise, we might have to revisit your... history."
It was Asher’s assistant, David Morgan. David had always been Asher’s lackey, covering up his secret meetings with Nora. Once, he’d even laid hands on me in front of Asher and Asher had watched with cold eyes, not saying a word.
Maybe that’s when I realized the man who once vowed to protect me no longer existed.
In the past, when I was on my period, Asher would insist I rest, worried I’d harm my health. Now, he was forcing me into an ice-cold lake for a scene to please Nora.
I let out a bitter laugh. "I will do the scene. As long as a line passes and I am leaving."
It was more than ten degrees below zero and I shot underwater many times. My body tensed with each take, but the director was never satisfied.