Three years after our divorce, the whole internet thought we hated each other.
Then, on that divorce reality show, the production crew “accidentally” exposed the notes on my phone:
“May 17, 2023. I drafted the divorce agreement. My handwriting was awful. His hand shook when he signed. I didn’t dare look.”
The internet erupted: So she was the one who asked for the divorce? So she’d been secretly keeping tabs on him all along?
His cloud drive was even crazier: 127 video folders, each labeled down to the second:
“She laughed three times.” “She blinks faster when I’m mentioned.” “It’s fake. She’s holding it together.”
The most devastating folder was called “Do Not Open.” The password was the day I first said his name.
Inside was just one video: On the day of the divorce, he chased me to the airport and bowed to my retreating figure.
“Fly high. Don’t look back.”
But no one knew I did look back. I watched for three seconds, didn’t see him, and left.
Only later did we learn that during those three seconds, he was standing beyond the yellow line, bowing.
For three years, two lunatics had loved each other three thousand times over, each in secret.
[Two powerful, equally unhinged leads · protecting each other · pursuit on a reality show]
A faded movie emperor × a top-tier star actress. Everyone expects a “win-her-back-at-any-cost” romance, but it’s really a story of mutual secret crushes and misunderstandings resolved.
When threats from the powerful, a manager’s betrayal, and a wave of online hate all come crashing down
“This time, let’s trust the evidence, and trust each other.”
