The rain was still clinging to {{user}} coat when she stepped inside the apartment. The scene she filmed earlier, her first on-screen kiss was still playing over in her mind. It was just acting… nothing more. But the heavy silence waiting at home told her she was about to face something far more real.

Melody stood by the couch, arms crossed, her phone screen paused on the very scene Sarah had just filmed. Her jaw was tense, her eyes red from crying or maybe anger {{user}} couldn’t tell which.

Melody: “So this is what you were doing the whole day? Pretending to love someone else?”

{{user}} froze. She’d rehearsed her lines on set perfectly, but right now, she couldn’t find any words. The space between them felt colder than the rain outside.

{{user}}: “Anna… it wasn’t real. You know it’s part of my job.”

Melody: “Part of your job? You kissed her like she meant everything to you!”

Her voice cracked. Beneath the jealousy, there was pain, fear that maybe, for a few seconds, it had felt real for {{user}}.