Fall In Love with Ex-husband Again

While he was away, I quickly set the pot to boil oil.

The oil was hot, but I hadn't had time to wash the vegetables.

Seeing the oil spurting out, I grabbed a bag of frozen chicken from the refrigerator, cut it open, and poured it into the hot oil.

I hurriedly turned down the heat but was burned on my arm by the splattered chicken.

Just when I was panicking, Titus appeared, swiftly covering the pot and turning off the stove.

He looked down at me, his voice stern, "Ariana! Didn't I tell you not to do this? Didn't you hear me?"

The surrounding staff were startled, and even Natalia paused to look.

I covered my injured arm and lowered my head, softly apologizing, "I'm sorry."

A surge of emotion threatened to bring me to tears, but I wiped my eyes just in time.

Noticing the tension, Natalia chimed in, "Why don't you go treat your burn first, Ariana?"

Titus stiffened, his gaze on my arm, but he remained silent.

I nodded and walked upstairs, head down.

The live broadcast chat exploded with comments.

"With such a bad temper, no wonder he got divorced."

"Ariana must have had a tough past, maybe even suffered domestic violence."

"Why be so mean? He could just talk nicely."

"I can feel the oppression through the screen; if I were Ariana, I would divorce him too."

The comments were filled with accusations against Titus.

Titus had not looked at the comments on the screen since the live broadcast began, and he ignored those malicious comments.

In order to increase the popularity, the program crew switched the camera directly to my room.

I sat alone in the dim light, forgetting about the cameras.

A knock came at the door. "Ariana, open the door."

It was Titus' voice, and his tone seemed to have softened a lot.

After a moment's hesitation, I opened the door.

Titus handed me a bag of ice cubes and said, "If you don't want to leave scars, apply it."

After that, he paused and continued, "I'll come up and call you when dinner is ready."

I said nothing, placed the ice on my burn, and closed the door.

I couldn't understand why he was participating in this show, seemingly enduring internet backlash.

He clearly needed to adjust his behavior.

The room was silent, only the sound of leaves rustling outside.

Meanwhile, the comments continued. "What a hypocrite."

"He must have realized the scene was broadcasted, so he came to put on an act."

"Does Titus have a performing personality? His acting skills are better than his company's artists."

...

I fell asleep without dinner, ignoring knocks during the night.

When I woke up the next day, I found out that the program team had assigned a secret mission to Titus and Atlas last night, and they went out early in the morning.

I thought Natalia and I were free, but the team arranged for us to collect seashells at the beach to make DIY gifts for our ex-husbands.

The beach was just a short walk away.

Collecting shells was easy, but turning them into gifts was challenging.

Natalia quickly finished making a dreamcatcher while I hesitated over my pile of shells.

The viewers on the screen were much more positive than I was. "Ariana looks lifeless."

"She must be thinking, who understands? After being scolded, she still has to make him a gift."

"She's too funny."

...

I was just a clumsy person who didn't know what to do.

I decided to string the shells into a bracelet.

He would throw it in the trash after the show anyway.

I finished the bracelet just as they returned.

Natalia presented Atlas with a dreamcatcher, and he handed her a beautiful gift box.

She sneezed upon opening it, revealing red roses, then hugged him in gratitude.

When the camera turned to us, the atmosphere became awkward.

I clenched my teeth and handed my humble bracelet to Titus.

"Just something I made." I wanted to add, "Take it as a formality," but held back, fearing more backlash.

Titus hesitated but accepted the bracelet.

I looked at him expectantly, hoping for a gift in return, but he went straight upstairs after accepting it, leaving me alone.

I coughed in frustration.

The comments continued. "Titus is hard to evaluate."

"The production team arranged for both parties to prepare gifts for each other without their knowledge. I think he went to play."

"It's really disappointing, even though Ariana's gift wasn't that great either."

"I'm so angry. Why is he like this?"

"I'm so angry! Titus is irresponsible at all. Their relationship was exposed by paparazzi. They won't make it public until they are discovered! Don't tell me it's for Ariana's career."

I glanced at the comments, each one hitting me like a stone, making it hard to breathe.

Back in my room, I noticed the light on in Titus' room, a hint of loss in my eyes before I lowered my gaze.