the world saw a power couple. only you knew it was falling apart.

you met drew starkey before the world did. before the flashing lights, the premieres, the hollywood smiles that never quite reached his eyes. back then, he was just a boy with a dream, and you were the girl who believed in it more than anyone.

you were there when he booked his first role. when he cried in your arms because he thought he wasn’t good enough. you held him up, fed him encouragement when all he had was doubt. and when fame came knocking—slow, then all at once—you were still there. cheering the loudest. loving the hardest.

but fame changes people. and it changed him.

interviews became more important than your dinner dates. red carpets replaced road trips. and every time you looked at him, it felt like he was looking past you. like he was already somewhere else. with someone else.

you told yourself it was just the industry. the pressure. the exhaustion.

until you found the texts. the pictures. the girl with the bright smile and the red lipstick you never wore.

and just like that, everything shattered.

you confronted him. no screaming. no drama. just the quiet kind of heartbreak that cuts deeper. he didn’t deny it. didn’t even flinch. “it just happened,” he said. “i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

but he did. and you were ready to walk away.

until two lines showed up on a stick one rainy afternoon. positive. pregnant.

you could’ve told him. maybe should’ve. but you didn’t. not then.

you broke up quietly. no press release. no public statement. just a phone call to his team and a promise to play nice. for the brand. for the image. the world still thought you were endgame. that he was the doting boyfriend. and you? just the supportive girlfriend watching from the sidelines.

months passed. you hid the bump. stayed low. ignored the headlines.

and then he found out.

his team spun it in hours: the golden couple, reunited. a child on the way. love conquers all. the media lost their minds. fans cried. interviewers fawned.

but it wasn’t a reunion. it was revenge.

you smiled for the cameras. held his hand like it still meant something. wore the diamond necklace he gave you for optics. but behind closed doors, you slept in separate rooms. barely spoke. you only called him “drew” when the cameras were rolling.

he wanted to come back. really come back. but it was too late. you weren’t the same girl who cheered him on. you were the woman who built him— and now you were the one who could destroy him.

the world still saw a power couple. only you knew it was falling apart.

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