Found Out My Fiancee, the Actress, Was Married to Someone Else

But now, I couldn’t keep deceiving myself; this relationship had turned sour. It was time to face the truth.

Eleanor had never known who I really was. She always saw me as just a regular guy who managed to make it after switching careers from acting to talent management.

The reality, though, was far different. I was the young master of the Thomas Corporation. I couldn't help but wonder how she would react if she ever learned the truth about me.

As I sat in the marriage registry office, signing my name, last night’s phone call lingered in my mind like an echo.

“Marrying me wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Your family keeps nudging you to settle down and I could use a partner, too.”

“Don’t worry, Isaac, I’m not into you.”

Her words had eased a knot I hadn’t even realized was there. I didn’t think I could ever love another woman like I once loved Eleanor.

Just as I took the red marriage certificate in my hand, Sofia Moore snatched it away, her fingers curling around the document.

I blinked in confusion. “What’s this about?”

“I’ll keep it. We agreed to this, but I don’t trust leaving it with you.”

“Getting married today has made me happy, so I’m giving you a week off. See you around.” With that, she waved and drove off, leaving no room for argument.

I bit back on any response. Fine, it was her company and she could call the shots.

A break might be exactly what I needed, especially if it meant avoiding any run-ins with Eleanor. Right now, she was the last person I wanted to see. But I knew avoiding her for good wasn’t practical; time off wouldn’t solve everything.

Back at my place, I sat there for what felt like hours, turning everything over in my mind before I finally sent Sofia a message. [I’m done managing Eleanor.]

A few moments later, Sofia’s voice crackled through the phone. “You should’ve walked away from her ages ago! Think of all the messes you’ve cleaned up for her these past few years.”

“She honestly believes the name ‘Eleanor’ is enough to rule the industry!”

As Eleanor’s fame had grown, so had her ego. The awards piled up and with them, the rumors of her bullying new talent, stirring up drama on the set and treating the staff like dirt. And yet, I had been the one to smooth over every scandal, to step in, apologize and even leverage my family’s influence to clean up the messes.

I’d shielded her from the fallout time and time again. Back then, I had loved her enough to be her protector, but that devotion had long since withered away.

Ending the call, I felt a weight lift off my chest. A strange, almost foreign sense of peace settled over me. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed, the room's quiet almost soothing. The contract was nearly up and I wasn’t planning on sticking around in this industry for much longer.

For the next few days, I drifted through a haze of eating and sleeping, my mind floating in a quiet, dreamlike rhythm.

Just as I drifted through a dreamlike haze, my phone suddenly erupted with the sound of “Call Me Queen” blaring through the silence.

A frown tugged at my lips as I recognized the ringtone; it was Eleanor. She had chosen it herself and at the time, I had found it amusing, almost amusingly vain. But now, in the quiet of my mind, I realized I had always catered to her every whim in both work and life. If anyone truly deserved to wear the crown, it had been her.

I picked up the phone and her sharp, demanding voice sliced through the calm. “Isaac, you were supposed to be with me on set today for my audition! Where are you? Are you trying to humiliate me?”

I didn’t hesitate. “Your work is no longer my concern. Why are you calling me?”

“Get in touch with your current manager.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by the sound of her breath catching. Eleanor had always relied on me, always. For her to be met with indifference was foreign.

She took a deep breath and when she spoke again, her tone had softened, almost pleading.