Married to Jacob

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Huo Wuer

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don't have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall-the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I'm not just leaving him; I'm taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood-the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.

Modern Revenge Divorce

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^Leah's Pov^

I wiggled my butt staring at the TV as Javier played on.

** If our love was a story book, we would meet on the very first page.

**The last chapter would be about how... I'm thankful for the life we made.

**And if we had babies they would have your eyes, I would fall deeper watching you give you life.

** You don't even know how very special you are......

**You leave me breathless..... you're everything good in my life

**You leave me breathless.... I still can't believe that you're mine.....

I sang at the top of my voice. The song wasn't his but his remix was so much better. I shook my butt wishing and praying that one day he would sing this very song to me.

Okay, a little introduction. I'm Leah Thompson, a graduate from one of the not so prestigious universities of California. I work as a waitress at a restaurant and I live with my roommate so the rent can be split in half. My parents died when I was little, I wasn't so lucky to get adopted at the orphanage so I left when I was 18.

Luckily, I was able to go to college so now I'm 22, one of the working class ladies. Speaking of my roommate....

"Kyla...." I yell at the top of my voice.

"Are you done idolising your idol, your voice sounds like a broken record." She spat out playfully. I chuckle in response before giving her the finger.

"Am already late for work. I'll see you later."

I grab my bag before leaving the house inhaling the fresh scent of a new day.

"I have a good feeling about today. It's going to be wonderful."

**Javier's Pov**

"I asked for a medium sized soda, not a big sized. What if I'm too bloated to sing huh! Get lost, you're fired!"

I yell at his face, I drop the soda on the floor and turn away angrily.

"Incompetent fools" I hissed a little too loudly and my manager walked in.

"Javier, that has to be the second one you've lost this week. You need to be patient."

"I hate clumsy people, it's not my fault they are all incompetent."

I focused on what I was doing and he shook his head.

"Alright, have you thought about what I proposed?"

"Tom, you gave me a choice between my music and my single life. Besides, marriage doesn't mean I can't screw whomever I want so what did you think I'd pick."

I say sarcastically.

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