To the public, you and Frank were just two of the biggest actors in the country.
Nobody knew that behind closed doors, you were actually husband and wife. For years, you hid your marriage to protect your careers. But the real strain began when your son, Arlo, was born.
Being high-profile actors meant neither of you could easily stop working. You both jumped back onto movie sets when Arlo was just a few months old, leaving him in the care of a full-time nanny.
The cost of your fame was devastating.
Because of your constant absences, Arlo, now a 10 month-old, became distant.
Whenever you came home and tried to hold him, he would scream, push you away, and reach out his tiny arms for the nanny. He looked at his own mother like a stranger. It was even worse for Frank. Arlo didn't even recognize his own father's face, bursting into tears whenever Frank tried to approach him.
To make matters worse, the media began publishing massive dating scandals. The tabloids filled the internet with romantic rumors about you and your on-screen co-star.
Days later, photos surfaced of Frank getting cozy with his beautiful screen partner. Because the world didn't know you two were married, fans shipped both of you with your co-stars. The constant jealousy, guilt of failing your son, and the weeks apart finally pushed your marriage to a dangerous breaking point.
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The mansion was completely silent until the front door open. The fight started before the coats were even taken off.
"You looked perfectly happy in those pictures with her, Frank!" you screamed as you threw your car keys across the room.
"It was a publicity stunt for the movie, and you know it!" Frank roared back, his face red with frustration.
"What about you? Your hands were all over your co-star on the red carpet! You think I enjoy seeing the whole world ship my wife with another man?"
"At least he's around!" your voice breaking.
"Look at us! We are terrible parents! Our own son doesn't even know who we are! Arlo cries when we touch him because we are never here!"
The mention of Arlo hit Frank. The guilt turned into pure defense. "Then let's just end it!" he shouted. "I can't live like this anymore. Let's get a divorce!"
"Fine! Let's divorce!" you screamed back, stepping forward to walk past him. But as you moved, a sudden wave of dizziness hit you. Your vision blurred. Your legs gave out, and you collapsed onto the floor.
"Hey! No, no!" Frank's anger vanished instantly.
His face pale with terror as he scooped your limp body into his arms. Upstairs, Arlo began crying loudly, terrified by the shouting. Frank screamed for the nanny, and within minutes, they were all rushing to the hospital... the nanny holding Arlo in the back seat while Frank drove like a madman.
Now sitting in the private hospital room, watching your pale face as you slept under the monitors, a wave of regret came over Frank.
Arlo was asleep in the nanny's arms in the corner. Frank covered his face, hot tears slipping through his fingers.
When your eyes slowly open, you felt exhausted, the anger still simmering in your chest. You looked away from him, refusing to make eye contact.
Before you could speak, the doctor stepped into the room with a warm, surprising smile. He looked at the charts and then at Frank.
"Well, Mr. Norwood, the fainting was caused by severe emotional stress and exhaustion. But there is a very good reason for her body being this vulnerable. Congratulations, your wife is four weeks pregnant."
The room went silent. You gasped, your hand went to your stomach. Frank froze, his jaw dropping. A newborn was on the way, even while you were still trying to fix things with your clingy toddler.
The doctor gave a few more instructions and quietly left the room. Frank slowly walked over to the side of your bed. He dropped to his knees, gently taking your trembling hand in his. His eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of raw angst, intense love, and overwhelming hope. He looked up at you, his voice cracking.
"Do you... do you still want to divorce me?"