Lies, Valera, Action!

ideal of the world while he worked on the practicality of it. We had different pa

reason for me to convince my parents that he’s the man I

h me, I was terribly wrong. I remember our honeymoon, he’d barely

ld see me but his work and passion was too much that he couldn’t even notice me. And when I thought

g fake and hideous rumors about my escapades, I still could’t get the attention

became

becaome a

t defin

it has ru

rning, my career is ruined. My life is done. The media took a hold of

went out of the car and headed straight to the entrance. I don’t

as they heard my footsteps nearing them. My mother stood up from her seat. And the next

u have done things so low and disgusting!” Mommy screamed so loud I could feel my body

do is ruin things! Now, what about your career? You’ve built y

the ground. Silence stretched in the whole room. I couldn’t f

m sorry,

ay. I fell to the cold floor. I pursed my l

ater,” she walked off and I’m lef

orcing me. My career is ruined. What’s left to do? I heard footsteps walking

ere my mistakes. For years, we lived in the same big old hous

knew those hands like the back of my mind. Those hands I wish hel

’s g

process well on the thought that he’s actually holding my hand r

actress. It’s my dream. The cameras, acting, fans, and everything

flashes, blinding me, I wish this was also a dream. A

go of my hand. I gripped on it tighter,

a Huxley. We arranged this presscon to address issues that has spiral

confused but compo

ading are only intended to destroy my wife’s name. They are distorted pictures and there is no

r his words. We left leaving a stronger impression of our ‘perfe

realized how powerful his influence to the media is. That’s why it was

do that. He actually saved me. But why? I thought he wan

onvince him, it would make sense

afternoon drinking and it’s time to address the elephant in the room. I felt m

cleared my throat when he didn’t glanced at my direction. Still loo

ng a banging sound. My lips curled seeing him glance at my dire

runk,” he

I asked, never mindin

back to his papers.

at what y

t w

ugged, “It’s what

t you don’t like the lies I put in the media. Why did

od up from his swivel chair. He never did that for me. Not even once. So, no

vor

head, still

N

ant. It’s your turn to

can

ates me so much that he would do what I want in exchange of me disappeari

s something else, a different reaosn why he did those things

glass for us and the last remaining champagne. As dumb as it could sound,

slowly opened the door, revealing a scene inside. My jaw dropped as I hitched

stabbed my heart a million times. Lorenz’s hand snaking around

me. Before it could turn worse, I purse

d, a hevay sigh left my lips. I

ken d

ghtere

s I flood myself with it, erasing