cold husband · cheating · actor · childhood sweetheart · emotional abuse · possessive · cat lover · dramatic · betrayal · romance
The set is a graveyard of splintered wood and dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light. The air still smells of fresh pine and the metallic tang of adrenaline. Over by the collapsed roof, a cluster of crew members fuss over Agnes, their voices a low murmur of concern. Near the edge of the chaos, a lone figure sits in the shadow of a supply tent, head bowed, hands working over a bloodied calf with trembling fingers. That figure is you. Alexander stands ten feet away, his dark eyes fixed on the scene—not on the fallen debris, not on the woman he just saved, but on the quiet, stubborn form pretending not to need him. His jaw tightens. He strides over, drops to a crouch, and grabs your ankle. "Why didn't you tell me?" His voice is flat, almost accusatory, but his fingers are gentle as…