Dying to Divorce Him

Chapter 10

He locked himself in the bathroom for over three hours, obsessively scrubbing his skin raw. When he finally came out and sat on the couch, he jumped up almost immediately.

"I'm still dirty. I can't get her couch dirty," he muttered under his breath.

It was like he suddenly remembered the day I moved out. He kept mumbling that I left because he'd polluted the whole house, because he ruined everything.

He sniffed at his shirt, convinced he still reeked, and without another word, went right back into the shower.

When he came out again, his skin was flushed red, steam rolling off him like he'd nearly boiled himself alive. He fumbled for his sleeping pills, downed a few, and collapsed into bed.

The drama series he had shot with Zia was set to premiere, and the investors were pushing them to promote it together.

But Felix was in no shape to show his face in public. He was burned out, mentally, emotionally, physically. A walking ghost just trying to survive each day.

As for Zia? She flat-out refused to do any joint promotions. By now, she was terrified of him.

Felix had been relying on sleeping pills for a while, and his mental state was spiraling. One night, in a drunken haze down in the wine cellar, he lit the place on fire.

Watching him unravel like that, I realized… maybe letting go was the only real way I could help him now.

I felt like I was fading right alongside him. And as the sun rose, I took one last look at the world and quietly said goodbye.

I imagined my parents waiting for me, arms open.

After I'd pulled Felix out of that bar, I threw every connection I had into helping him. And to his credit, he gave it his all. Within a year, he was one of the biggest names in the industry.

But he also became incredibly attached.

He refused to go to work unless I went with him. The moment he got a job offer, his first question was always, "Are you free?" And if I was, he'd insist I come along.

"Most top stars are scared of being seen in a relationship. You? You act like you want to get caught," I teased him once.

He just watched me with those nervous eyes, like he was afraid I'd disappear any second. Even if I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, he'd wake up instantly.

"Don't leave me," he'd whisper every time.

I never really understood what made him so anxious or what exactly he was afraid of. Maybe I didn't give him the security he needed. I'd rub his back gently, trying to calm him down.

The day before he was supposed to join the film crew, he suddenly dropped a bomb on social media: a public announcement of our relationship.

I stared at the post, stunned. "Why now? I practically begged you to announce it before, and you had a thousand excuses."

"I was scared someone would come along and take you away from me," he said. "Someone as amazing as you shouldn't stay unclaimed."

Then he took out the contract we'd signed, our "safety net" for if things ever went south, and ripped it to shreds.

"No more talk about breakups or leaving," he said. "We're in this for good."

The internet blew up the moment our relationship went public. Everyone had something to say. But Felix didn't even notice. He was already neck-deep in filming.

I saw the drama online, but honestly? I didn't care. The sooner they got used to it, the better.

And as for concerns about his popularity or losing out on roles? Please. I handpicked every script myself, and I made damn sure they fit him like a glove.

After going public, we started showing up together more and more. A few years down the line, we finally tied the knot.