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

"Isaac, it's been days. How long are you going to fuss?"

“I know you’re still mad at me, but can’t you see the bigger picture? This contract is everything to me; it’s an S+ project.”

Her voice was tinged with impatience, yet I could hear the familiar pleading edge underneath.

But as her voice softened, I heard laughter and chatter in the background, a celebratory air thick in the room.

“Congratulations, Maverick! You’ve been promoted from assistant to Eleanor’s manager!”

The voices around him cheered their praise, a dagger to my chest.

“Working with Eleanor, you’ll climb to the top quickly. Maverick has a bright future ahead!” they declared, voices brimming with certainty.

Maverick’s voice came next, humble but laced with a sugary sweetness. “I still have a long way to go. I'm just lucky, really.”

“I’ll need plenty of guidance from my seniors.”

I clenched my hand into a fist, my grip tightening as the realization hit me. Sofia had warned me about Eleanor being assigned to Tom. But now, she was being handed over to Maverick.

It was clear as day Eleanor was behind this. There was no other way an unknown assistant could suddenly land the manager role for a top-tier celebrity like her.

I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaled deeply and then responded, "Isn’t your new manager standing right next to you? Don’t bother calling me again."

I ended the call before she could fire back a response.

From a purely professional standpoint, Eleanor choosing Maverick as her manager was nothing short of self-sabotage. As her former manager, it hit me like a punch to the gut.

Did she honestly believe that her fame granted her the freedom to act without consequence in this industry?

I glanced at the date. My vacation was over and the reality of work loomed large.

I looked at myself in the mirror, unshaven and worn out and forced a smile.

"Well, that’s just what I needed," I muttered to myself.

After a quick cleanup, I drove to the company’s underground parking garage.

The moment I swung open the car door, Eleanor appeared from the corner, her presence sharp and commanding.

Before I could even react, she slapped me hard across the face.

Her eyes were burning with anger as she hissed, "Do you know how long I’ve waited for you? I’m going to be late!"

I rubbed my stinging cheek, anger simmering beneath the surface.

She froze for a moment, her fury intensifying as she snapped, "I begged the director to delay my audition for you!"

"You’re coming with me to the set right now."

I stood my ground, refusing to budge, which made Eleanor call for her bodyguards.

Though I had no intention of going with her, I wasn’t eager to be boxed in by three burly men in the parking lot, unable to make a move.

"Mr. Thomas, please cooperate," one of the bodyguards said with an apologetic tone.

They weren’t there to harass company staff; of course, they were simply doing their job.

Reluctantly, I nodded, knowing it was easier to comply than stir up more trouble. I agreed to go with Eleanor to the set.

Maverick was already seated in the car. Eleanor opened the passenger door for me and explained with a quick glance, "Maverick is my manager now. It’s only natural he accompanies me."

"He’s not feeling well today, so I had him sit in the back. Hope that’s alright."

I smiled, cold and tight, keeping my voice level. "As you wish."

I spared her a glance before settling into the passenger seat.

Eleanor, clearly irked by my lack of enthusiasm, slammed the door with a sharp thud before getting in herself.

As the car pulled away, she struggled to contain her fury, her voice dripping with frustration. "Isaac, enough is enough. From the moment I called you, you’ve been nothing but rude."