By the eighth year of being in love with Sebastian, he still refused to acknowledge me as his fiancée. He stripped me of my red carpet qualification just to please his little kept woman. And in front of the media, using the exact same mouth that had kissed me thousands of times, he claimed that we were "just ordinary friends." Later, I looked at him and said with absolute seriousness: "Don't pull away. If you do, we won't look like ordinary friends." The corners of his eyes turned red, his voice trembling violently: "An ordinary friend? Is that all I am to you?" 01 When I was notified that my red carpet walk had been canceled, I was in the middle of interacting with my fans online. My hands froze on the keyboard. I looked up at my manager, Sarah, in absolute disbelief. "Why?" She sighed heavily, gently rubbing my wrist to comfort me. "Because some people have powerful backers. I asked around. They said it was Sebastian's little girlfriend." My fingers instinctively curled into my palms. Sebastian... was my fiancé. I had been in love with him for exactly eight years. Even his notoriously difficult, aristocratic mother had officially accepted me. But to him, I was still a secret. A woman with no title, no public acknowledgment. Even Sarah didn't know the truth. 02 When I saw Chloe walking into the venue, her arm securely linked through Sebastian's, a suffocating, near-death sensation crushed my chest. I knew Sebastian had a childhood sweetheart. She grew up in his elite social circle and was basically treated as the pampered princess of their group. She had gone abroad for high school, but whenever I had dinner with Sebastian's friends, someone would always bring her up. I opened a WeChat message to one of Sebastian's friends and sent a photo of him and Chloe walking the carpet. [Is this the girl you guys were talking about?] The person on the other end was clearly panicking. The [Typing...] bubble appeared and disappeared for a full five minutes before a reply finally came through. [Yeah, haha. But I was just talking nonsense back then, don't read into it! Sebastian probably just thought you'd be too tired to walk the carpet, so he didn't ask you to come with him. Don't overthink it, Sister-in-law. Do you want me to ask him for you?] I pressed my lips together and typed back. [Thank you, but there's no need. I already asked him. It's fine.] After ending the conversation, I looked toward the front row where the two of them were sitting. If Sebastian turned his head even once, he would see me. He would see his deeply humiliated fiancée. The fiancée he had stripped of a red carpet walk with a single sentence. But he didn't look back. Not even once. On stage, the host smiled warmly and announced: "And the nominees for Best Supporting Actress of the Year are—" The massive screen behind them cycled through several clips, finally stopping on me, Chloe, and two other actresses. I nervously grabbed Sarah's hand. Sarah glanced at me and leaned in to whisper: "Let it go. The award is rigged for Chloe. It's completely meaningless now. It's a total sham." My heart gave a violent lurch. The exact second she finished her sentence, the name [CHLOE] exploded across the giant screen. Even the seasoned, professional hosts couldn't completely hide the brief flash of shock on their faces. Chloe looked around in feigned surprise, until the man sitting next to her leaned in and said something to her. Reading his lips, his first sentence was: "Why aren't you going up?" His second sentence was: "Didn't you really want this award?" He used to ask me that exact same question, countless times. Didn't you really want to win an award? I would always tell him I was going to work incredibly hard for it. And Sebastian would always smile and say: "Okay. I'll wait for you." "Keep working hard." He didn't wait. As Chloe stood up, the camera swept past the man beside her. Sebastian was clapping, his expression perfectly calm and composed. The hushed murmurs of confusion in the venue instantly died down. He was publicly protecting her. 03 I didn't even know what expression to put on my face. A brief moment of my composure slipping was instantly captured and launched onto the trending page. #ChloeBestSupportingActress #MayaReaction I clicked on the live feed. It was an absolute warzone. [Her fans are hilarious. They were hyping her up like crazy before the announcement, and now that she lost, they call it rigged? What, does your queen just not want the award?] [Honestly, it's so hard to watch. She lied to her fans saying she was walking the red carpet, but she wasn't even invited to walk. Then she looks like she's attending a funeral when someone else wins.] [She worked so hard for this, is she not allowed to be sad for a second? Leave Maya alone, she didn't do anything wrong.] [We all know exactly how Chloe got that award. Everyone can see how good Maya's acting is.] [Don't make me laugh. Yeah, yeah, our Chloe is just a god. The great CEO Sebastian personally makes soup for our Chloe and stays on set with her all day. Unlike your irrelevant idol, who isn't even fit to carry Chloe's shoes.] [Chloe deserves it! She's skyrocketing straight into high society! Maya will never reach her level in this lifetime.] I stared at the comments, my eyes burning. It felt like something foundational inside my heart was slowly, quietly collapsing. I searched for videos of Sebastian and Chloe together. September 23rd: Chloe on set filming. Sebastian by her side the entire day. On September 23rd, I sent him five messages. He didn't reply to a single one. The next day, Sebastian replied: [I was busy yesterday.] August 17th: Sebastian photographed carrying a thermos, delivering homemade soup to Chloe. I had practiced making that soup for two months. I had burned my hands countless times. I tasted it over and over, carefully preparing a pot of soup for him, filled with nothing but love. My heart was pounding when I gave it to him. He said: [It's delicious.] I was ecstatic for an entire day. It turns out... he just handed it straight to Chloe. He could have just told me. Why did he let me feel so incredibly happy for so many days? July 25th: The two of them photographed on a private vacation. That was the day Sebastian gave me a bracelet. I gripped my wrist, squeezing tightly. The freezing, metallic texture bit into my palm. The physical pain stopped my tears from falling. Sarah frowned, looking at me, and suddenly said: "Smile. Don't look so miserable." "If you lose this award, you lose it. Your career is still long. You'll have other chances." I forced a smile, my eyes blurred with unshed tears. The tears glinting in my eyes startled her. She quickly raised her hand to cover my eyes. She said gently: "It's okay. You're still so young. Today isn't the end of your life." 04 Sarah arranged for a driver to take me home. Sitting in the car, watching the city lights blur past the window, I couldn't help but think about the past few years. I had been secretly in love with Sebastian for years, but he had absolutely no idea. He thought our very first meeting was in college. "Oh, you went to Lincoln High too? What a coincidence." "Yeah, what a coincidence." Just to manufacture those two short lines of dialogue, I had studied obsessively, burning the midnight oil for three grueling years, over a thousand days and nights. But to him, I was just a junior in his program. One of countless juniors. I manufactured dozens of "coincidences" just to barely earn the title of "friend." After graduation, he took over his family's corporate empire. I stubbornly insisted on entering the entertainment industry. The next time we met was at a networking dinner. He was the billionaire investor; I was the third-string supporting actress. "Long time no see. Why did you decide to become an actress?" I said: "Because I love it." At the wrap party, I found Sebastian smoking alone on a balcony. Separated by a single glass door, the crowd inside was cheering and celebrating. Out here, it was just him. "Are you not having fun?" He was leaning lazily against the railing, resting one arm on the metal. When he turned his face to look at me, he casually crushed the glowing ember of his cigarette into the ashtray. He asked me: "Maya. Are you in love with me?" Love is like a cough. You can't hide it. I instantly lost my voice. In the eerie, suffocating silence, his gaze burned, sweeping over my face and my body. He let out a scoffing laugh. "Seriously, Maya. You aren't my type." Hearing him use my old college nickname instantly dragged me back to that bitter, agonizing period of my youth. A desperate, echoing unrequited love that never received a response. The person I had chased for my entire youth was standing right in front of me. And in a tone that was both incredibly gentle and unbelievably cruel, he told me: "We are never going to happen." I said: "Oh." I blinked rapidly, fighting desperately to hold back my tears.
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