Chapter 2

When she returned home, Emma was already in the living room.

A camera bag sat on the coffee table.

As I reached for it, Emma Watson suddenly tensed up.

She abruptly stood and grabbed the bag:

"Didn't you always think this series was too heavy?"

Her expression was somewhat unnatural.

I understood immediately.

This was the camera meant for Leonardo DiCaprio.

I forced a smile:

"Heavy doesn't mean I don't want to use it."

Emma Watson's face hardened, her hand tightly gripping the camera bag:

"You never said you wanted it, how was I supposed to know?"

I stood up and handed her a USB drive.

It contained footage I'd found in the couch cushions.

Emma Watson took it, her expression shifting slightly.

She opened her mouth as if to explain something.

Seeing me close my eyes wearily, she said:

"I'll be more careful about backing up in the future."

With that, she turned and went to the study to edit Leonardo DiCaprio's footage.

Noticing my exhausted face, she offered to help organize my materials while she was at it.

Emma Watson and I have been married for five years.

The only time she ever stayed up all night with me was when we first met and I caught a fever while camping.

Since then, she's never waited up for me to come home.Leonardo DiCaprio wanted to learn photography.

So she guided him on composition and post-processing every day.

I opened my eyes.

Looking at Emma Watson busy editing footage in the study, I felt like laughing.

I had dozed off on the couch.

When I woke up, Emma Watson had already finished Leonardo DiCaprio's promotional video.

She hurriedly packed her bag:

"Leonardo DiCaprio is still waiting at the wildlife sanctuary to see the final cut. We'll chat another time."

She closed the door.

The next day, I went to the photography base, and my colleagues' eyes all held a strange look.

Ozzy, a familiar photographer, said,

The video of Leonardo DiCaprio's fans surrounding me had been edited and uploaded online.

Everyone was saying I was riding on Leonardo DiCaprio's popularity.

Outside the break room, two interns were whispering:

"Is Emma really together with Leonardo DiCaprio?"

"It's not public yet, but it's all over the industry."

"Didn't you watch the livestream?"Leonardo DiCaprio was investigating poachers at a wildlife sanctuary when he was mocked for allegedly seeking attention. Emma immediately rushed to argue with the critics, nearly getting physical.

Another intern asked, "What about her husband Dane? Didn't he post a bunch of behind-the-scenes photos from their outdoor shoots before?"

"Probably just riding the publicity wave," someone remarked.

With a cold expression, I opened my phone and deleted all the photos of Emma Watson and me together.

Back home, there was a camera sitting on the table.

Emma Watson took my equipment bag, her tone unfriendly:

"You didn't answer my calls all day?"

I unlocked my phone and opened our conversation.

She had only sent one message:

"Do you want to upgrade your lens?"

Two years ago, when I was staking out to photograph snow leopards, I wanted to switch to an infrared camera.

I hadn't slept for weeks.

She impatiently refused:

"Such an expensive camera just to take a few photos, it's not worth it. Make do with what you have."

And now, without me saying anything, she bought a camera on her own.

I didn't touch the new camera and went straight to develop my photos.

Emma Watson called out from behind:

"Didn't you say you wanted one for a long time?"