Chapter 3
I turned around slowly, meeting Justin’s frosty
gaze.
He glared at Scarlett as if she was the one
pushing me toward divorce.
“Scarlett,” he bit out her name, “Owen’s on
his way. Start thinking about how to explain
this to him.”
Scarlett froze and dove into a brainstorming
session on the sofa.
She completely forgot about me, ignoring my
desperate pleas for help.
So much for our BFF telepathy, huh?
I could only stare at Justin’s sharp profile.
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Then he turned to face me, his expression
changing.
A slight smile played on his lips, but his voice
was still cold.
“One divorce in this family is enough. They
can split, but we’re staying together.”
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Justin’s voice was like a drug, compelling me
to nod.
I obeyed, all thoughts of divorce and male
models flying out the window.
A sports car roared outside.
I knew it was Owen, the car–loving freak.
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With a screech of tires, he burst through the
door a minute later.
He must have come straight from set
because he was still in his costume and.
looked exhausted.
He glanced at us. “Justin, Ava.”
Justin wrapped his arm around me and
grunted. “Your wife is trying to convince my
wife to divorce me. Deal with it.”
Owen charged at Scarlett.
He rubbed his temples, sounding annoyed.
“Scarlett, what are you doing now? Last time
you wanted a divorce because of a kissing
scene, so I haven’t done one since. The time
before that, my assistant gave me a
homemade cake, and I fired her immediately.
What’s wrong this time?”
Scarlett sneered and threw her phone at him.
“Take a look yourself.”
I was enjoying the drama until Justin grabbed
my arm.
“This is family stuff. Let’s not get involved.”
Are we not family?
I grumbled to myself but followed him
anyway.
I asked quietly, sitting in the passenger seat, “Why Willow as the spokesperson?”
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She just got back, hasn’t been in the industry
long, and barely has any hits.
Plus, her brother is a celebrity, so you would
think she’d avoid the attention.
And there are tons of It Girls in Hollywood.
“Ava, don’t act like Scarlett. Willow is just a
childhood friend. I don’t have other
intentions.”
No other intentions?
What about the picture I found in your drawer
after we got married?
I showed it to Scarlett, trembling.
She didn’t say anything and pulled out a
く
picture from her room.
It turned out the photo was of the three of
them.
Willow was in the middle, smiling sweetly.
Justin had cropped out his brother on the
right.
Owen had cropped out his brother on the left.
Same mind, different dicks.
I stopped talking, turned up the music, and
stared out the window.
