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    Hadley fell quiet, her thoughts drifting.


    She had once shared Elissa’s naive trust in Eric, but the evidence was irrefutable.


    “Some men are just born deceivers,” she muttered with a sigh.


    Elissa, still processing, couldn’t resist asking, “When did his affair with A start?”


    “I don’t know,” Hadley snapped, irritation ring. “I didn’t care to dig into the messy details. That’s not who I am.” Realizing she had overstepped, Elissa softened. “Hadley, I shouldn’t have pushed. This must be so tough for you. I’m sorry.”


    Hadley let out a dryugh. “Why say sorry? I’m okay, honestly. I’ve been through worse—this is just a minor setback.”


    She wasn’t the same vulnerable woman who would crumble over a man’s betrayal.


    The pain lingered, but her resilience was stronger now.<fn4912> Readplete version only at ?ovelFind</fn4912>


    Days passed, and life carried on as if untouched by the drama. Hadley threw herself into her filming schedule, ignoring the relentless calls and texts from Eric.


    Joy was in good hands with friends, easing Hadley’s worries. One evening, after wrapping a scene, Chelsey approached Hadley, holding out a water bottle and a handheld fan.


    Noticing her assistant’s nerves, Hadley couldn’t help but smile.


    “What’s up?”


    Chelsey hesitated and then grinned. “Um, Mr. Scott is here. He’s asking to see you.” She gestured toward a shaded area nearby. “He’s over there.”


    Hadley’s gaze flicked over.


    There, beneath a canopy, stood Eric, impably dressed in a fitted suit. Catching her eye, he lifted a hand in a tentative wave, his smile forced. Hadley looked away instantly, taking a sip of water before capping the bottle and handing it back to Chelsey. “Tell him I won’t see him. He shouldn’t waste his time.”


    With that, she gathered her costume and headed to the dressing room.


    “Okay, sure…” Chelsey murmured, looking uneasy but scurrying off to deliver the message. “Mr. Scott, maybe you should…”


    Eric’s face remained unreadable. After a pause, he nodded. “Thank you, I understand.”


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    He nced at Chelsey. “Please keep an eye on her. If anythinges up, reach out to my assistant.”


    Phillips stepped forward. “Hello, let’s swap contact info, yeah?”


    “Oh, sure,” Chelsey replied, fumbling for her phone.


    Eric’s eyes drifted toward the dressing room, his brow furrowing as he typed out a message to Hadley. “I’m here if you’re willing to talk. Can we meet?”


    He sent it, unsurprised when no reply came.


    It felt like tossing words into a void.


    Eric’s mouth curved into a wry, pained grin. He knew Hadley wouldn’t bother ncing at his text.


    Because of Joy, she had refrained from cutting off contact with himpletely, which was already the greatestpromise she was willing to make.


    As dusk settled over the city, Hadley meticulously touched up her appearance, bracing herself for an extended evening on the film set.


    Emerging from the dressing room, Chelsey approached her with a gentle reminder. “Hadley, Mr. Scott is still out there. He hasn’t moved from that spot.”


    Was Hadley really going to just ignore him?


    He appeared so steadfast, almost heartbreakingly so.


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