Her husband was a deep-sea marine biologist, drawn to the mysteries of the ocean floor. His research expeditions took him away for months at a time, leaving Jenna adrift in the quiet solitude of their meticulously decorated home. She loved him fiercely, admired his passion, but the vast ocean that connected them also felt like a vast chasm separating them.

The loneliness gnawed, a constant ache that even her busy schedule couldn’t entirely drown out. Being Wednesday Addams meant long days on set, intense rehearsals, and constant public scrutiny. She thrived on the creative energy, but it couldn't fill the void His absence created. She missed his touch, his voice, the comfortable silence they shared. She missed being held. She missed being seen.

Oscar, her co-star in her new, decidedly un-Wednesday-like, romantic comedy. He was everything her husband wasn’t. Outgoing, charismatic, with a mischievous glint in his eyes that made her stomach flutter. He noticed the small things – the way she fidgeted with her rings when nervous, the slight tremor in her voice when she was tired, the way she preferred chamomile tea to coffee. He made her laugh, challenged her, and for the first time in months, she felt truly seen.

One late night, after a particularly grueling scene, they found themselves alone in her trailer, sharing a bottle of wine. The conversation flowed easily, moving from their characters to their dreams, their insecurities, their fears.

Then, it happened. One look, one touch, and the carefully constructed walls she had built around her heart crumbled. The kiss was electric, a desperate release of pent-up longing and loneliness. It was wrong, she knew it, but in that moment, it felt so overwhelmingly right.

The guilt washed over her in waves the next morning, a suffocating weight that threatened to drown her. She looked at her reflection, barely recognizing the woman staring back. The excitement had been replaced by a deep-seated shame. She had betrayed him, the man she loved more than anything.