1 ##Chapter 1 The funeral had barely ended when my celebrity husband brought his pregnant sister-in-law home. "My brother is gone, and she's pregnant and needs care. As a public figure, I have to be responsible." Axel Franklin-America's hottest A-list star-spoke these words like he was delivering a press statement, calm and indisputable. He carried Ella's luggage and gave her our master bedroom. And I could only watch coldly from the sidelines. The first week, she was relatively quiet. The second week, she began to infiltrate. She brought warm milk to the study, her voice soft and fragile: "Filming is so exhausting, you need proper rest." At dinner, she coughed lightly, hand pressed to her chest: "Axel, I feel a bit stuffy. Could you tell me about some interesting experiences from your shoots?" In the middle of the night, she pretended to have breathing difficulties, calling Axel into her room to sing her to sleep. I wasn't an outsider to this world-I was an investor's daughter, intimately familiar with the entertainment industry. I'd grown up surrounded by schemes and manipulation. I could see her performance was flawless, every move calculated with precision. But when I looked at Axel, his eyes held patience, even tenderness. "You'll be more comfortable if you lie on your side when you rest." As he said this, his fingers gently touched her face. My heart clenched painfully. How I wanted to remind him-I'm your wife, not her. But the words stuck in my throat, leaving only the violent pounding of my heart. Five years ago, I gave up the chance to join the board of directors for this marriage. I abandoned my edge in the financial world just to be a quiet star's wife. Now I understood-in his eyes, a pregnant sister-in-law was more worthy of his protection than I was. I walked into the study, my fingers ice-cold as I dialed the phone. "Dad." My voice trembled but held unprecedented determination. "I want a divorce." ...... On the other end of the line, Frederick James asked in a low voice: "Grace, what happened?" I told him everything that had occurred during this time. From being forced to give up our bedroom, to the milk deliveries, to Axel going into her room at midnight to comfort her... These seemingly trivial details pressed down on me like a mountain, suffocating. For five years of marriage, I'd done everything to be Axel's perfect wife. I gave up my career, accompanied him to red carpets, learned the understated style he preferred. I tried so hard to please him, only to be ignored in return. He gave all his patience and tenderness to another woman. After hearing everything, my father's tone turned cold: "Grace, I support your decision. Don't worry-the investment in Franklin Entertainment was always backed by me. I can pull out anytime. Just make whatever decision makes you happy." After hanging up, I felt an unprecedented calm. Perhaps because this disappointment had long prepared me for this moment. I looked at the haggard woman in the mirror. Over these years, I'd sacrificed everything for marriage, almost forgetting who I used to be. But starting now, I would change. That night, I slept in the study. The next morning, I walked into the kitchen. Ella was already there. She was wearing Axel's shirt. That floral shirt-I remembered it clearly. I'd personally chosen it for him, and he wore it to every awards ceremony. But now it hung loose on her frame, unable to hide her protruding belly. She hummed while making coffee, and when she saw me, she smiled slightly, as if nothing had happened. "Good morning, Grace. Didn't sleep well? I heard you slept in the study." I stared at that shirt. A dull pain shot through my chest. My voice was cold, without inflection: "Take it off." Her smile froze. "What... what?" "I said-take off the shirt." My tone was like negotiating in an investment meeting-calm, without a trace of warmth. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!