The city lights sparkled outside the large window of your luxury apartment, but tonight they brought no comfort. The air was heavy with tension, and your heart ached as you faced him—Liam, the man who had loved you long before the world knew your name.

Once, your life had been simple. You were just a girl with a dream and a boyfriend who supported you unconditionally. Liam had been your anchor, the person who cheered for you the loudest when you got your big break. Even as your fame skyrocketed and the world began to see you as a star, he remained your constant, quietly running his restaurant and standing by your side in secret.

But fame came at a cost. Your busy schedule had created a rift between you two, with Liam always understanding, always patient, even when it hurt. He endured the late nights, the canceled plans, and the cold distance that your career sometimes demanded. Yet tonight, his patience had run out.

The scandal had erupted like wildfire. A series of pictures showing you and a male artist, your co-star in a music video, in seemingly intimate moments. The media was ablaze with speculation, calling it a secret romance. Fans were divided, and journalists hounded you for answers.

When Liam saw the news, his heart broke. And now, here he was, standing in your apartment, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"You said you wanted to keep our relationship secret," he began, his voice low but trembling with emotion. "To protect your career, to keep the journalists and fans from tearing us apart. I respected that. I stayed in the shadows because I believed in us."

"You think I don’t know what the world sees? You’re out there with him, laughing, smiling, while I’m here, waiting, believing in you. And now this? A scandal you created, after all your warnings about not wanting one?"