The Hated Wife's Accidental Livestream
Invisible drone cameras are currently livestreaming every corner of my home, and I have absolutely no idea.
On screen, Liam Sterling walks up to me and asks coldly, Are you playing games again?
The haters in the chat are gloating.
"Chloe finally has to drop the act. Shes been clinging to Mr. Sterling for clout, but now well see the truth!"
Even my in-laws and sister-in-law are watching with cold indifference.
"If Liam really dislikes her that much, they shouldn't force it anymore."
But then, the woman known to the public as gentle, submissive, and desperate for lovemeimpatiently pushes Liams handsome face away.
"What is wrong with you? Get away from me."
Liam, the icy, untouchable CEO, suddenly looks... pouted?
"Do you find me annoying?"
1
The day I married into the Sterling family, the internet tore me apart.
"What happened? My favorite ship just sank!"
"Chloe has no shame. She knew Liam had a thing for Bella, but she seduced him anyway. I cant believe she actually became Mrs. Sterling!"
My husband, Liam Sterling, and the famous actress Bella Hart were childhood friends.
He invested in her movies, punched producers who tried to creep on her, and showed up to support her on talk shows.
The Billionaire and the Sweetheart. They were the Nation's Couple.
Until I, the "scheming villain," ruined everything.
In interviews, Bella would force a smile and say, "Liam and his wife are a good match," before turning away with teary eyes.
The internet wept for her and cursed me. Even my in-laws hated me.
That part wasn't wrong. Liams parents were cold at the wedding, and his sister, Harper, never called me "Sister-in-law"she just spat out my name, "Chloe."
The trending topic #WhenWillChloeDivorce was a permanent fixture on social media.
I didn't really care. Liam and I weren't madly in love, but we weren't enemies.
I had unlimited money and a handsome husband to sleep with. Life was good. Who cared what strangers thought?
But I didn't realize how much the family wanted to expose me.
Sterling Tech had just developed a micro-drone camera with AI tracking and privacy filters. To promote it, the PR department volunteered their CEO.
The invisible camera was set to track Liam Sterlings daily life, broadcasting it to the world.
And nobody told me.
So there I was, wearing messy pajamas, sprawled on the sofa like a starfish, completely unaware that the show had already begun.
2
"Shouldn't we tell Chloe? What if she says something crazy?"
Harper pouted, watching the stream on her tablet.
On screen, Liam was leaning back in his car, eyes closed, looking exhausted. He had hosted a press conference all morning and was now doing this livestream stunt.
But his silence didn't dampen the audience's enthusiasm.
"The most hardcore brand ambassador everCEO Sterling!"
"This is way better than watching reality TV stars."
"Speaking of stars, will Chloe show up?"
"Ugh, don't mention her. Bad luck."
"Every time I see her fake innocent face, I feel sick for Bella."
"Don't worry, guys. Livestreams are the ultimate lie detectors. Just wait for her mask to slip."
Mrs. Sterling glanced at the nasty comments and said calmly, "Chloe is a singer, not an actress. She can't fake natural interactions. If she tries, people will think the stream is scripted, which hurts the product."
"Besides, your brother knows what he's doing."
Harper huffed. "I still don't get why he married her."
The room went silent.
They viewed this livestream as a test. It would reveal the "real" marriage. If it was as bad as they thought, they would finally intervene and suggest a divorce.
Meanwhile, I was wearing yellow bear-print pajamas, my hair clipped up in a chaotic bun, buried in a beanbag chair, doom-scrolling.
I didn't even notice Liam walking in.
He took off his tie, got a glass of water, and paced back and forth in front of me three times.
I saw him out of the corner of my eye, but I was in the middle of a boss fight. Not now, Liam.
Seeing no reaction, he marched up to me.
His face was tight, his voice frosty.
"Are you playing games again?"
The comments exploded.
"See? He's mad! He worked all day and she doesn't even say hello. Gold digger behavior."
"Cold home, cold husband. Welcome to Chloe's tragedy."
"She deserves it. She broke up the golden couple."
They waited for me to jump up and apologize, playing the submissive wife role I usually projected.
Instead, I frowned, annoyed, and swatted his face away like a fly.
"What is wrong with you? Move. You're blocking my screen."
Liams eyes widened slightly. His cold mask cracked, revealing a puppy-dog level of grievance.
"Do you find me annoying?"
For ten seconds, the chat was completely blank.
Harper dropped her phone.
"Am I hallucinating? Is my brother... whining?"
3
Hearing the hurt in his voice, I finally looked up from my game.
He was leaning over me, his hand bracing against the back of the sofa, staring at me intensely.
I poked his arm. Rigid.
He was doing that thing again. Sulking.
It had always been like this. If I ignored him for too long, hed trap me in his arms, refuse to speak, and refuse to let me leave.
He would stare at me with those intense eyes, stubborn as a mule.
But he was easy to fix.
A hug, or a kiss.
Then hed secretly smirk and go back to being the cool, collected CEO.
I suspect it was his upbringing. As the heir, his parents demanded perfection. He was the quintessential "Strongman"stoic on the outside, a total mess of emotions on the inside.
I sighed, put down my phone, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
I kissed him softly near his ear and whispered, "Of course not. Hubby is the best."
Liams ears turned bright red.
He buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply, hugging me so tight it almost hurt.
After a moment, he straightened up, then suddenly froze.
The comments were in chaos.
"What is happening? Is he... blushing?"
"Is this how they usually are? I don't believe it. It's an act!"
"Definitely scripted! Remember when he told her to shut up on that variety show?"
"But... look at his ears. You can't fake that shade of red."
4
The internet was lamenting the fall of a titan. The stoic CEO was acting like a clingy teenager.
Harper couldn't process it. Her brother was dignity personified. He wouldn't degrade himself like this for a marketing stunt.
She stared at the screen, then pointed a trembling finger.
"Did... did we hire a lookalike?"
Mr. and Mrs. Sterling were equally stunned.
In the video, their serious, mature son was nuzzling into Chloe's neck. Their brains short-circuited.
Meanwhile, the haters were trying to cope.
"It makes me sick. How can a woman who used dirty tricks to get him live so happily?"
"I feel so bad for Bella. She was replaced by this."
"Wait, why are we bringing up Bella? Chloe is the actual wife."
"Heh, Chloe isn't worth one of Bella's fingernails."
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