Jenna, was drowning in scripts, premieres, and interviews. Wednesday Addams had been a phenomenon, catapulting her to new heights of fame. She loved acting. Thrived on the challenge.

Isabelle, with her fiery red hair, curves designed to tempt, and a seductive laugh. Isabelle, who had been Liam's friend before their marriage, Jenna had seen the way Isabelle looked at him, the possessive glint in her eye. Liam had sworn it was nothing, that Isabelle was just a friend. But the late nights, the hushed phone calls she sometimes overheard, the faint scent of Isabelle's perfume clinging to his clothes…They all screamed a truth Jenna desperately tried to ignore.

Jealousy gnawed at her. She, Jenna Ortega, the woman everyone wanted, was jealous. It was absurd, infuriating, and utterly heartbreaking. Liam was hers. He should be. The memory of their wedding vows, the promises exchanged, felt like a cruel joke now.

That night, Jenna decided she’d had enough. She was tired of the silence, the absences, she needed to fight for her marriage, to remind Liam what they had, what they still could have.

She cleared her schedule for a weekend, a small victory won against the demands of Hollywood. When Liam came home, exhausted and smelling faintly of grease and something else… something floral, she met him at the door with a kiss. A long, lingering kiss, filled with a desperate plea.

“I missed you,” she whispered, pressing close.

Liam pulled back, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “I missed you too, Jen.”

She led him to the bedroom, a room that had once been their sanctuary. She’d changed into a silk slip, a color she knew he loved. She lit candles, filling the air with the scent of sandalwood and lavender.

She ran her hands through his hair, tracing the lines etched around his eyes. She kissed him again, this time with more urgency, more passion. She wanted to erase the scent of Isabelle, to fill him with the taste of her, the feel of her.