Owning the Love of my life

Never in my wildest dreams did I think that someday Ken Song would betray me.

He introduced Yoyo to me three years ago. I liked her because she was so simple and enthusiastic, so I took her as my assistant.

She even told me that she'd become my fan when I joined a pageant seven years ago. I was only sixteen at that time. Since Yoyo became my assistant, she got a lot of opportunities to spend time with Ken Song. She worked hard, so she also gained popularity. Because of that, I happily gave her a chance to become a celebrity like me.

Some of my fans teased me that she might take my place, but I didn't take them seriously at all. I received several anonymous messages which contained intimate photos of Ken Song and Yoyo. I asked him about it, and I believed him when he said that it was just for work. I even advised him to be careful, so other people would not misinterpret his relationship with her.

However, things changed a month ago. I went out to shoot a TV commercial, but we finished early, so I came back home before time. I was about to open the door when someone opened it from the inside. Then I saw Yoyo standing in my house, wearing a bathrobe. Her hair was in disarray, and her eyes still looked sleepy. I felt something was wrong, so I asked her why she was at my home.

She just answered, "Someone broke into my house last night, so I'm scared to live there alone now. Annie, I hope you don't mind if I stay with you for now." She then turned around and went straight into my room to change her clothes. It looked like she was more at home in my house than me.

I took out my phone to call Ken Song. It was only then that I noticed my hands were trembling violently. After a few call attempts, he finally answered. But I didn't expect that he would just tell me that I was making a mountain out of a molehill. He even warned me not to offend Yoyo. He reminded me that she was the mainstay of the company and had many invitations.

Anger surged up in my heart at once. Yoyo was not very beautiful, and it was hard for her to stand out in the entertainment industry. But Ken Song was so persistent in building her up. He even told me that if I really wanted to become Mrs. Song, I would not show up in public more often, and I should hand over my resources to her.

I realized that I couldn't drive Yoyo away from the company. And now, even from my home.

It was the first time that Ken Song and I had fought, and I even threatened him that I would break up with him if Yoyo didn't move out of my house. Three days before we got married, he finally asked Yoyo to move out. Then, an anonymous message came again. This time, it was a hotel room number and a photo of Ken Song sneaking into a hotel alone.

I called him immediately, and he just told me that he had a meeting with one of the movie investors. He said that I should go to bed now, so I could wake up early in the morning to register our marriage. I convinced myself that I had nothing to worry about. But my feet didn't listen to me. I got up and rushed over to the hotel.

Room 1102. I was about to knock on the door when I heard the sound of a man and a woman making love inside. I felt so weak and breathless.

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs to release my agony. All of a sudden, someone patted on my shoulder behind me.

"Miss, which room are you in?" The security guard looked at me as if scrutinizing me. I looked at Room 1102 with a flushed face. Fortunately, he didn't make a fuss. Perhaps he was already used to this kind of scene wherein a wife caught her husband cheating in one of their hotel rooms.

"Don't worry. I won't go in," I said to him. I took out my phone and dialed the hotel number. When the receptionist answered, I asked her to connect my call to Room 1102.

I couldn't hear anything inside the room for about five seconds. Then someone answered the phone. "Hello?" I bit my lips. I couldn't be mistaken, it was Ken Song's voice.

"I'm outside the room. Come out and go home with me." I tried my best to hold back my tears, but I failed. The security guard gave me a last disdainful look and left.

When Ken Song opened the door, I saw that the room was in a mess. He came out with a gloomy face and pulled me to the side. "Are you following me? Don't you trust me?"

I looked at him in disbelief. He was already caught in the act, but he still had the nerve to scold me. I just sneered and fixed his wrongly buttoned shirt.

"I just caught you with another woman in a hotel room. Don't you think you should give me an explanation first?"

But before Ken Song could say anything, Yoyo spoke up. "Ken, you told me that Annie is a sensible woman. Isn't she afraid that the paparazzi will know about us? If she destroys me, the Sky Entertainment Group will go down the drain." Yoyo was leaning against the door to avoid the CCTV camera in the corridor.

She looked at me arrogantly. She was only wearing Ken Song's coat, which was not enough to cover her body.

Yoyo called me Annie just now. I didn't even know when she started to call me by my nickname. Maybe she was claiming that we were equal now. She was no longer my fan and wasn't working for me anymore.

I looked at Ken Song, but he avoided my gaze and told me to go home.

"Are you really together now?" I was surprised that I was able to ask the question calmly.