His Ex-Wife Called Me His Mistress—But I Married A Billionaire Chapter 02
The Leftover Trash
The tweet went live last night, but I only see it over morning coffee.
Julian Ross is officially single.
The topic sits at Number One for ten hours straight. Millions are guessing why their golden marriage crumbled.
Some thirsty fans even march straight into my comment section.
Julian and I worked on plenty of hit movies together. Hell, we even shared the screen in the blockbuster that won him his Best Actor Oscar.
Back then, people swore the deep, longing looks he gave me onscreen were real. Naturally, rumors flew everywhere after the premiere.
Our PR teams played along, marketing us as tight “industry besties.”
Truth is, we aren’t even that close. “Polite co-workers” is way more accurate.
So when Julian’s fans demand answers, I have nothing to tell them. And zero reason to reply.
Until my live interview this morning, where the host just can’t resist digging for tea.
“Chloe, what’s your take on Julian’s sudden divorce?”
I smile, keeping my cool. “I’m watching it unfold just like the rest of the world. Pass the popcorn.”
The host pushes further. “Rumor has it you two have always had insane chemistry. Is there a chance for a spark now that he’s free?”
I cut him off instantly. “Zero chance. Julian and I are strictly colleagues.”
The moment the video airs, a horde of delusional ship-fans floods the feed.
【Party time! Julian finally dumped that psycho.】
【Right? All she ever did was use their kid to guilt-trip him!】
【Chloe saying ‘zero chance’ is just PR speak. She can’t admit it right away!】
【Strictly colleagues today, power couple tomorrow. Wink wink.】
Looking at these insane comments gives me a massive headache.
Julian and I shot dozens of projects, but we only played lovers once—and our characters broke up in the end anyway. Where the hell did all these delusional shippers come from?
Their crazy posts are doing nothing but dragging my clean name through the mud.
I close the app, brush it off, and move on with my day.
Who knew that by nightfall, another pathetic divorce statement would shove me right off a cliff?