Chapter 7

Looking at her passionate face, I remembered our days in the dance troupe.

We were only 17 or 18 then. She danced male roles, I danced female roles.

Until the dance troupe was bought by a coal baron who wanted us to dance vulgar shows.

On that starry night, the wind blew her hair.

"Do you believe me? If we get out of this hellhole, I'll definitely make something of myself!"

"Come on, I'll take you to catch stars!"

Back then, we young people were full of dreams for the future. We quit our stable jobs at the dance troupe.

We ventured into the entertainment industry. She confidently said she was tired of being manipulated by others.

She didn't want to be an actress anymore. She said she wanted to be a female director, a famous director.

I applauded her, and then we each went our separate ways.

I once thought I was luckier, meeting Jack right after my debut. He shielded me from countless covetous gazes.

He let me focus solely on acting, but I didn't know that the gifts bestowed by fate had already been priced in secret.

The preferential treatment I was so proud of in my youth became the chains that trapped me for the latter half of my life.

Fortunately, I had the courage to break those chains.

I was about to board the plane with Sophie.

Meanwhile, Jack was holding a press conference for his new movie with Lily.

At the conference, a reporter asked: "Mr. Lawrence, there are rumors that your relationship with your wife has changed. Miss Emma has already gone to Cannes with Director Sophie to film a new movie. Is this related to your marital problems?"

Hearing this, Jack angrily swatted away the reporter's microphone.

"Which media are you from? I don't answer questions about my private life. Please focus on the new movie produced by Lawrence Entertainment."

After the press conference, Jack couldn't help but dial that familiar phone number.

But it kept showing: "The number you have dialed is busy!"

Jack clenched his fist, wanting to smash his phone.

A gossip account posted photos of me smiling and whispering with Sophie before boarding the plane.

Jack looked at the woman in the photo again and again, wondering in his heart: was Emma always so fond of smiling?

Then why did she always have a bitter expression when she was with me?

Just then, sirens sounded outside the banquet hall.