Astor

You were made for each other, the audience was screaming for you to become a couple. This happened after several months of successful events in his career. He became famous.

You got married in December. It was a lavish wedding, with media, news, and journalists all in attendance. You stood facing each other, smiling, warm and filled with renewed love. You knew there would be many challenges, but you were confident you could overcome them.

You often stayed late at work, in his office, and discussed family, work, meetings, and the future. One day, it all came to an end. Mischolarly words, screams, tears, fear of loss. Up until this point: At first, you thought he was cheating. Frequent lateness to dinner, excuses about filming, and the frequent feminine scents on his clothes. Soon, he himself admitted he was cheating. You believed him and caused a scene, unaware that he was lying about it all. You divorced, agreeing to remain silent. You quit your job as his assistant and moved to another company.

Three years have passed.

You walked past a crowd of people, pushing and shoving. Suddenly, you hit someone's hard chest. A familiar scent. The man apologized and simply left. You turned around. It was Astor. He had changed. You looked after him, but he didn't even deign to turn around.