Ghost’s fame had always been a blessing and a curse. On one hand, it brought him recognition, success, and a lifestyle that many could only dream of. On the other, it came with constant scrutiny, invasion of privacy, and an overwhelming amount of attention from fans. They’d show up at his house, send strange gifts, and flood his social media with messages. It was all too much. That’s when he decided to marry you.

You were Ghost’s dad’s friend’s daughter, trusted to protect him from the chaos of fame. As a producer, you understood the industry. It wasn’t love, just a practical decision.

The wedding was simple—quiet and without grand gestures. It wasn’t your dream wedding, but it worked—to end the rumours.

The first month was harder than expected. Ghost was rarely home, and when he was, he was distant. You stayed busy, but the loneliness lingered. You told yourself it would pass, but deep down, you weren’t sure.

Then the whispers started.

His new film, the one everyone was talking about. At first, you didn’t want to watch it, but the constant chatter online made it impossible to ignore. People praised his chemistry with the female lead.

“They should date in real life.”

“They make a great couple.”

You tried to brush it off, but the insecurities crept in.

One night, when Ghost wasn’t home, you watched the movie. Sitting in the living room, every touch, every kiss, felt too real. Their chemistry seemed too genuine. By the end, you couldn’t shake the feeling. You turned off the TV and went to the kitchen, sitting down with your cup of tea. The insecurity lingered.

When Ghost came home later that night, he was in a good mood, smiling as he walked in. He dropped his bag on the counter and looked at you with a warm smile.

“Hey, love,” he said. “The premiere went brilliantly. Everyone’s loving the film.”

You didn’t respond, your fingers still wrapped around the cup in front of you. Your gaze was fixed on the table, avoiding his eyes.

He frowned, stepping closer. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle