I’d been in a secret relationship with a Best Actor for five years, and he’d never agreed to go public.
Yet, he’d turned around and locked lips with a top-tier starlet at a movie premiere—their kiss sloppy and lingering, saliva stretching between them.
In that moment, I finally grew tired of his endless neglect and coldness.
Watching their intimate display, I couldn’t help but gag publicly.
The media swarmed, shoving microphones in my face. “What’s wrong with you?”
I placed a hand on my stomach and smiled. “Nothing. Just pregnant, that’s all.”
The Best Actor’s face turned livid with anger.
“Jiang Xianhao! I was filming in Europe for three months—do you think you can reproduce asexually?”
I crossed my arms and looked at him playfully.
“Who said the baby’s yours?”