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The Golden Awards ceremony, a prestigious event for 30 years, suddenly topped the trending charts when Michelle collapsed backstage.
Now, she was awake in the hospital, demanding to see me.
But I was already home, reflecting on our 30–year marriage that now felt like nothing but a
distant dream.
When I first met Michelle, her smile knocked me off my feet.
She wore a red blouse paired with a flowing skirt, simple yet elegant. Her round face lit up
when she smiled, and those sparkling eyes seemed to speak volumes.
In that instant, she captured my heart completely.
Back then, I was just another rich kid trailing after my father’s shadow, naive to everything
except the fact that my family had money.
Like most trust fund babies, I was content to coast through life. It wasn’t until that moment I saw her. That was when everything changed.
But when I finally got close to her, she hit me with the truth. “There are countless wealthy
heirs like you. You’re not the richest nor the most talented. What makes you think you deserve to marry me?”
Her words left me stunned. After a long pause, I replied, “Give me a chance. I’ll take you to the
very top!”
The spark in her eyes ignited something in me, and I made a silent vow.
I would make sure she reached the summit.
I turned her words into my driving force, constantly pushing myself forward. Everything I did
was for her.
For thirty years, besides her talent, I was always there backing her up.
Thirty years ago, when Michelle first made a name for herself in our country, the Butterworth
celebrities didn’t take her seriously.
They tried to put her in her place during her first visit to Butterworth.
I had to pull strings with industry bigwigs to get them to support her so that she could break
into the market smoothly.
After winning both Best Actress awards, she hit her peak with premium roles coming her
way. Her status skyrocketed to the point where male stars had to use connections just to get a
chance to work with her.
Michelle became the queen bee of A–listers, untouchable at the top.
Behind it all, my name was always there, like a shadow.
And now, after all these years, the marriage I worked so hard to build has become a joke.
Last night was the most peaceful sleep I’ve had in these 30 years. I no longer have to wo
about Michelle being charmed by some young heartthrob at her social events.
No more stressing about paparazzi blackmailing me with her photos or her complaining about my old man’s smell and refusing to share a room.
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way. Her status Skyrocketed to the point where mure stars had to use connections just to get a chance to work with her.
Michelle became the queen bee of A–listers, untouchable at the top.
Behind it all, my name was always there, like a shadow.
And now, after all these years, the marriage I worked so hard to build has become a joke.
Last night was the most peaceful sleep I’ve had in these 30 years. I no longer have to worry about Michelle being charmed by some young heartthrob at her social events.
No more stressing about paparazzi blackmailing me with her photos or her complaining about my old man’s smell and refusing to share a room.
When I woke up the following day, I realized just how well I’d slept and noticed Michelle hadn’t come home.
Just when I thought Michelle might handle this quietly, her agent called.
“Mr. Thorne, you’re the only one who can handle this situation. Would you please…”
“Don’t come to me about her matters anymore. Besides, I issued the divorce announcement yesterday. Tell Michelle to sign the divorce papers soon. Let’s not waste each other’s time.”
After a moment of dead silence, Michelle’s voice came through the phone. “Eric, you’re so eager to trample me down at this moment just to get your revenge!”
I laughed at her words. “Revenge? No. I just don’t want to be the Queen’s consort anymore!” My mockery left her speechless.
After hanging up, I took a deep breath, letting the situation unfold.
My nephew, Madison Thorne, came to check on me. Seeing my composed demeanor, he felt somewhat relieved.
“Uncle, are you really getting divorced? After thirty years!”
“Yes. How many thirty–year periods do we get in life? The divorce won’t affect the company’s operations, and PR will handle any fallout.”
operations, and PR will handle
any fallout.”
