Kimberly_Rossi

[WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT ]
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Read atleast ten chapters before tossing aside...
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Heather Remington had loved Caius Thorne with everything she had. She had thrown herself into their marriage with the kind of passion and devotion that left no room for doubt in her mind. For three years, she had tried to be the perfect wife, hoping, praying that one day, Caius would look at her. But that was just a mere dream.

Caius never loved her, not when his first love, her stepsister, returned.

Heather didn't need anyone to tell her to leave, but when she left, she left with a secret. A secret only she knew about.

Only when she left did Caius realize how much he loved her, but it was already too late.


Excerpt 

"Come back to me. I'll make you the most sort after actress on the planet." Caius said. He had made a grave mistake, he cared for someone else who wasn't his wife and had lost the woman he truly loved.

This man, he doesn't know. "I'm already the most sort after actress." she thought. Leaving him was the best decision she made for herself.

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Five years later, Heather returned with her secret.

What could it be? 

Will she accept Caius again if she sees him? 

Read to find out.

THE LOST HEIRESS RETURNS AFTER DIVORCE

"How do you keep standing when the ground beneath you shatters?"

She paused. Her eyes scanned around. As if she was trying to find something or someone that wasn't there.

"You tell yourself it's just another storm, another wave to ride out. But how many waves do you survive before you drown?"

She took a step forward. Her voice hardened.

"It's not about strength. It's not about resilience. It's about... remembering." Her voice trembled.

"Remembering why you stood there in the first place. Why you cared enough to fight against the tide."

By this point, the room was already quiet.

"I stood because there were people who couldn't. Because someone had to. And when the ground shakes again, because it will, I'll stand again. Even if it costs me everything."

Each word felt like it came from somewhere deep inside, as though she wasn't reciting lines but pulling from her own experiences.

She bowed. Even as she was done, there was silence. Heather thought she did bad cause of the way everyone stared at her. Then they started clapping.

It started with the directors but spread quickly. Even the sponsors clapped.

Heather stepped off the stage, nodding politely to the directors.

"Wait! That's not fair. I didn't even get to act. I should at least get a chance." Lauren said, she had been standing off to the side.

The director sighed but nodded. "Fine. Go ahead, Lauren."

Lauren grabbed the script and stepped onto the stage. She began reading. Her emotions didn't connect, her voice felt forced, and by the time she finished, the silence wasn't awe, it was awkwardness.

A quiet cough came from the back of the room.

"The role is still Heather's," he said firmly.

She walked off the stage, frowning.

The moment Heather stepped off the stage, the set seemed to move fast. Crew members rushed to adjust the lights, resetting it for the next round of auditions that suddenly felt meaningless.

Lauren nails tapped aggressively on the screen as she typed.

Heather made her way toward the dressing room. A makeup artist tried to stop her mid-walk. She was holding up a powder brush. "Miss Heather, should I touch up your makeup?" the artist asked, almost breathless.

"That was brilliant," the director said, walking beside her. "Really, just outstanding work."

"Thank you," Heather replied, her voice steady, though she barely looked at him. Her focus seemed elsewhere.

"You know," Lauren said loudly, "this isn't over. One good scene doesn't make a movie."

Heather's security blocked Lauren from getting any closer.

"You'll see," she pointed and turned away.

Heather went inside her trailer. Luckily, no one was inside. She sat down in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her phone buzzed on the counter. She was expecting a text from the daycare. She picked up her phone...

*"Congratulations. Let's talk soon."*

Heather stared at the message for a long moment before setting the phone down. She was confused. Who is this? The ID is from an unknown number. She didn't know how they even got her number. Maybe she was thinking about this too much. She attempted to blocked, but there was a knock on the door.

Acting