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The night Xavion stood on stage accepting his Best Actor award at the Golden Globes.
I lay in the ICU, where the doctor had just informed me my blood could no longer support any transfusion.
The awards ceremony host invited Xavion to make a call to his "biggest regret in life."
Without hesitation, his fingers dialed that all-too-familiar number.
The phone in my hospital room suddenly vibrated, carrying his deep accusation:
"You chose to disappear for money. Now that you see my success, do you regret it?"
I stared at the sky-high bill for blood transfusions by my bedside, a mocking smile tugging at my lips:
"Oh great actor, could you spare me $5 million?"
The call ended abruptly. On screen, Xavion's eyes turned sharp:
"Some people aren't worth remembering."
He would never know that when his blood was severely contaminated,
I secretly gave him transfusion after transfusion to save his life.

After He Became a Famous Actor By Receiving My Blood Transfusions

The entertainment industry's hot topics come and go quickly, but this time was different.


Marketing accounts embellished my story, churning out sensational headlines like "Failed Gold Digger Turns False Accuser" and "Ex-Wife Extorts A-List Actor with Lies."


Someone dug up the small apartment I was renting in Hollywood,


and every day, people would splash paint on my door and stuff threatening letters through the cracks.


Xavion's agency was bombarded with calls demanding they cut ties with "that shameless woman."


Faye was furious, insisting on contacting reporters to clear the air.


I stopped her, reminding her of the obvious power dynamics in this industry.


Even if we spoke out, it would only be seen as another publicity stunt.


My phone buzzed with a text: [Golden Brew Cafe, waiting for you].


Melody sat in the most conspicuous spot in the cafe, as if afraid the paparazzi might miss her.


Seeing me arrive, she took a sip of her coffee and said,


Chapter 8