I didn't beat around the bush, "What's the meaning of your latest post? You're my husband, yet you've registered marriage with my step sister. Are you playing games with me, Sean?"
His tone turned impatient, "Mischa and I have a show coming up. It's just for marketing purposes. Can't you stop being so dramatic? I work hard every day, filming till late at night, who am I doing this for? Isn't it all for this family? Can you just understand and be a bit more considerate?"
I silently endured Sean's scolding. Then I asked softly, "When will you be back? It's Mom's birthday in a few days. Let's go home and have dinner together …"
He hurriedly replied, "We'll see," and hung up.
Right before the call ended, I thought I heard Mischa's voice in the background. She asked quietly, "Is that Krystal? Does she know about us?" I wasn't sure if I'd heard wrong.
Sean's affection for his junior apprentice Mischa was well-known in the crew.
My friends had warned me about the possibility between them more than once.
So I called him again. The mechanical voice of a female operator suddenly sounded: "The number you dialed is currently switched off."