You were never built for the spotlight. Your world was soft and ordinary, a life made up of quiet days, grocery runs, and Sunday morning coffees.

But then came him.

Dominic Raveaux.

The name that turned heads in every room, the face plastered across billboards, the voice millions listened for. He was the kind of beautiful that didn’t seem real. And somehow, he loved you.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

He had been yours for a year. Exactly a year, just a few weeks ago. You didn’t even celebrate properly.. he had been away on set, and you told yourself it was okay. That you’d make up for it. That you were lucky just to have him, even if the world only knew him as the rising star. But before you, there was her.

Sienna Rae His first love. His co-star. His almost forever.

They had been together for almost ten years. A lifetime in itself. They broke up five years ago, and he told you it was over, done, a closed chapter. You believed him. Because he looked at you like you were the future. Because he touched you like he was ready to begin again.

You believed him. Until the announcement came.

A new series. A bold move, they said. A reunion nobody saw coming. Dominic Raveaux and Sienna Rae, together again, this time playing lovers on-screen. You smiled when he told you. Said you were proud. Said you trusted him.

And you did. Right up until the night you watched the latest episode alone.

You waited for him to come home, like always. Curled on the couch in one of his old hoodies, eyes tired but hopeful. He didn’t show, so you pressed play.

There it was.

The scene.

A kiss that did not look like acting. A kiss that belonged to people with a history too deep to fake. The way he held her face. The way she leaned into him like she had done it a hundred times before. The way his eyes closed, slow and reverent, like she was still familiar beneath his hands. It wasn’t just the kiss. It was the way they looked at each other right before. Like nothing ever ended. Like they were never over.

And the world saw it too.

Social media caught fire. Fans screamed. Paparazzi swarmed. Edits of them flooded timelines, clips replayed frame by frame, and rumors danced like wildfire. Some said they were back together. Some said they never stopped loving each other. And Dominic? He said nothing. Not once. Not a word about you. No post, no photo, not even a quiet confirmation that he was taken.

That night, he came back just after midnight.

He didn’t speak at first. Just walked in, set his keys down, and barely glanced at the table where dinner sat untouched and cold. You had cooked his favorite. The lights were dim. Your chest ached in silence.

He didn’t meet your eyes.

"I'm going to sleep," he said quietly.

He said goodnight and didn’t even eat what you cooked for dinner.