Her Breakup Fee Paid For My Wedding

The wrap party was in full swing.
Director Harris cornered me. How about a turn as a romantic lead in the new seriesopposite Gemma?
I glanced across the room at Gemma Lennox. The woman famous for her million-dollar smile had gone utterly blank. She wouldnt meet my eyes.
I understood the signal instantly. I gave the director a level look. No, sir. Im done with the scene. Im retiring, heading back home to finally get married. I dont have the energy for another shoot.
Gemma's expression, which had just started to ease, suddenly curdled.
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Oh, please, Rhys the Riff-Raff, she scoffed, loud enough for those nearby to hear. Who the hell would marry you? Youre the industrys doormat. Whod want that?
The moment she said it, all eyes finally landed on me. For the first time, I was the undisputed focus of the entire cast and crew.
The associate director rushed to smooth things over, urging Gemma to drink her wine, but she acted as if she hadnt heard him. Her expression was all mocking amusement as she stared me down.
I didnt take the bait. I kept my voice easy and addressed the director again. The dates the seventeenth of next month. If you happen to be free, Mr. Harris, youre welcome to the wedding.
Seeing I wasn't joking, the director laughed nervously. Well, well, Ill certainly send you a generous check, Rhys. Congratulations.
When he finished, everyone else looked at me, suspicion clearly outweighing any mockery. I was long accustomed to their disbelief, so I didnt bother to offer an explanation.
Until Drew Ashton piped up from beside Gemma. No invitation, but already shaking the tin for cash, Rhys? Doesn't sound like a wedding; sounds like a desperate shakedown. Dont use such a low-rent scheme on your colleagues. How much is the poverty plea this time? A thousand bucks? Two?
Back when I was scraping for rent, before Gemma made it, I had taken any job I could find. I was doing ridiculous little promo hustles online just for the tiny payouts to pay the rent. One of the rare times I felt rich was when a successful actress, feeling generous, tipped me a grand. I told Gemma about it, completely thrilled, and she teased me for being so provincial. She promised that when she hit it big, she'd cut me a check for a hundred thousand dollars so Id never worry again.
Now shes A-list, dating A-list. And she used that secretthat one thousand dollar numberto let Drew mock me in front of everyone.
The disappointment was a cold, solid thing in my stomach. I was done being the good guy she liked, the one who protected her and Drews perfect fa?ade.
I am short on cash, actually, but two thousand won't cut it, I said, looking right at Drew. Settle the Gemma-Transfer-Fee for a million. Now.
I pulled up my payment QR code, placed my phone on the lazy Susan in the center of the table, and spun it toward Gemma and Drew.
Someone who hadnt been paying attention asked, mystified, Why is Rhys asking Drew for a transfer fee?
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I had blown up the secret of my underground five years with Gemma.
Her face immediately went dark. She lunged forward in shock, knocking over a crystal wine glass. Red wine instantly bloomed across the white tablecloth, staining the hem of her haute couture gown.
The director panicked, waving the servers out and shutting the door. He watched us anxiouslyme, Gemma, and Drew.
Since Gemma hit it big, she and Drew had been inseparable, publicly and privately, putting on a sickeningly affectionate show for the world. Everyone assumed they were deeply in love, a years-long fairytale romance. No one had ever suspected that I, Rhys Everetta washed-up character actor with a notoriously bad reputationwas the man whod been with her through her long years of struggle.
The awkward silence lasted ten minutes, until the associate director cleared his throat. Thats what finally made Gemma move. The woman known as the industrys sweetheart looked at me now with pure, unadulterated revulsion.
Her voice was sharp. Im worth eighty thousand an hour, she spat, her tone acidic. I never billed you for the years I spent slumming it down there. And now you want my man to pay a transfer fee? You are so greedy, Rhys.
Drew, who minutes ago was mocking me, now played the benevolent one. Look, Rhys, she was under a ton of pressure. Its normal for her to experiment a little to blow off steam. She didn't mean anything by it. Why take it seriously? Fine, fine. You want a million? Ill wire it to you now.
He went to take out his phone, but Gemma blocked him. Her face frozen in an icy mask, she pulled out her own private phone and wired the million to my account. Her gesture was dramatic and sweeping, nothing like the college girl who couldnt spare a dollar-fifty for a caramel apple we were walking past.
Suddenly, a million didnt feel like enough.
I collected the money and looked at her. The transfer fee is settled. But what about the five years I spent living in that cramped walk-up with you? I think you need to settle that account, too.
Gemma stared at me for three full seconds, then switched phones and coldly said she would transfer the money. Less than a minute later, the bank notification hit my account. Five million dollars. Seven digits and a five, a blinding number. But her words cut deeper:
Consider this five million your advance for the coffin. Now go die somewhere I dont have to look at you.
Gemma cursed me. Drew laughed, but then put on a show of chastising her to sound like the better man. She ignored him and addressed everyone else.
The seventeenth of next month, she announced, a cold smile settling on her face. Drew and I are celebrating our anniversary. Everyone should come help us celebrate!
The crew members, afraid to cross her, nervously agreed. I just took a deep breath, finished with the performance, and stood up to leave.
But just as my hand found the doorknob, Gemma grabbed my arm. Her eyes were malicious. Since youre retiring, you can post your official statement before you walk out that door.
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Gemmas team drafted my retirement statement. It was humiliating, painting me as unstable and difficult. As soon as it went live, she hit the like button.
When they moved to another venue, Sarah, Gemmas assistant, secretly rushed out to see me off.
Rhys, I know this looks bad, Sarah whispered, her eyes full of pity. But she really loves you. She and Drew are just a fling. You shouldnt have embarrassed her like that in public.
I didnt explain. I just looked at the six million dollars in my account and told Sarah to help me terminate the lease on my apartment.
Sarah paused, then sighed. Maybe thats for the best. You can move into her place tomorrow. Cook her favorite meals; that might be enough to win her back.
Sarah gave me a dozen bits of advice, none of which I registered. I took a cab back to the apartment.
Gemma had chosen this place for me. It was sparse, twenty miles from her villa. Aside from my ID and university diploma, everything in it was promotional junk shed gotten from sponsors. I hated it. I didnt want to take a single thing with me.
As I closed the door for the last time, my phone buzzed. It was Gemmas social media update. The photo showed her and Drew, fingers laced, cheeks pressed together in a sickening display of affection. When fans asked if they were officially a couple, she answered them definitively:
Like, obvi! Im Drew Ashtons woman!
That one line, that was the one that made my eyes burn.
I couldnt stop the memory of our days in the walk-up. The year I started getting a little traction, the company suggested Gemma and I pretend to be a couple for a reality show to boost her profile. I brought it up with her.
Shed wrapped her arms around my neck, whispering, Rhys, you know I hate the high-profile stuff. Lets just keep our little life a secret, work hard, and make it together, okay?
I believed her. I agreed to keep things quiet. But I realized now that she didnt hate high-profile. She just hated high-profile with me.
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After spending one night in a cheap motel, I booked a flight. My hometown, Blackwood Creek, is buried deep in the Cascade mountains. Even after the plane landed, it was a ten-hour drive, winding through switchbacks and deep valleys just to reach the boundary of our community.
When I left at sixteen, those ten hours felt fleeting. Now, returning alone, it felt like I was driving through an entire lifetime.
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There were no relatives left in Blackwood Creek for me. The old house my grandmother left me was practically a ruin; it took two full days of cleaning just to make it habitable.
When word got around that I was back to get married, the villagers were mystified. The older men, the elders who knew me, cornered me when theyd had too much to drink, scolding me. They said I had flown out to be a phoenix, a success, so why was I back to suffer?
I smiled, a little bitterly, and didnt tell them the little phoenix they sent out had been deeply unhappy out there, and that I was back because I was running out of time. They lectured me for three days. When they realized I wasn't going to return to the city, the village council finally gave up.
Well, alright. Willows a good woman. Shell take care of you.
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The Willow they spoke of was the woman Id chosen to marry. Her name is Willow Finch. She came to Blackwood Creek three years ago as a volunteer teacher and has practically run the one-room schoolhouse ever since.
The villagers adored her and everyone wanted their sons to marry her. But she didnt choose any of the local men. Instead, she was the one who messaged me first on a local classified ad Id posted as a half-serious, half-joke marriage proposition.
To be fair, I had asked Gemma about marriage first. Shed snapped, My body is yours, Rhys, what more of a commitment do you need? Dont be so damn greedy! After that, I never mentioned marriage to her again.
I quietly added Willow Finch on my private chat app. When she agreed to the termsto take responsibility for my remainswe set the date.
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On the seventh day after my return, Willow and I went into the county seat.
We hired the best construction crew and signed the contracts to build a proper schoolhouse. I paid the thirty percent deposit using the money Gemma had sent.
As we were leaving the contractors office, we passed a cafe. I saw a sign: Seven-Layer Carmel Latte, Buy One Get One Half Off. The memory hit me, freezing me in my tracks.
Right after paying the rent for the walk-up, we were often left with only enough cash for one cheap coffee. Gemma, being generous, would tell me to go buy it, and we'd sit on the curb outside the studio, laughing and sharing the single cup. In the sunset, shed ask if it was sweet, and Id nod, asking her if she liked it.
Of course, I do! shed said. When I make it big, Im going to drink one every single day! You better remember to buy it for me!
I took her casual comment as a promise. Even after she became a star, I kept up the habit, ordering a specific, cheap coffee and having it delivered to her set. At first, shed accept it and smile. I thought she hadnt forgotten our past.
Then, one day, I returned to her dressing room to retrieve my forgotten phone. I saw her at the trash can. She wasn't just dumping my latte; she was complaining to Drew: Even a gourmet coffee gets old if you drink it every day. Besides, Rhys brings me that cheap, eight-dollar-a-cup junk. Doesn't he know were in different leagues now?
From that day on, I stopped buying her things beneath her "league," and I quit drinking my favorite cheap coffee, too.
I must have been lost in that thought, because I didnt notice Willow had moved.
Rhys, look
Willow carefully carried two cups. Your favorite, the half-sweet Seven-Layer Carmel. Buy-one-get-one, so I got you one. Try it.
A woman I had known for only two months could casually state my preference. The woman I loved for five years didn't even know it. I was so touched I didn't refuse.
Halfway through the drink, I suddenly remembered something. Wait, Willow. You cant have high-sugar drinks like this, can you?
Willow shrugged, a soft, easy smile on her face. But I wanted to share it with you, Rhys. That way you wouldn't be alone. She must have caught the surprise on my face because she quickly explained. She even blushed, saying it was part of the contract spiritshed promised to be there for me.
Looking at her nervousness, I was reminded of Gemma, who had promised me a home while we were in that cramped walk-up, swearing shed never let me be alone again. I believed her every time.
And what was the result? The moment she got famous, she forgot the promises, brazenly flirting with more famous men, leaving me alone in my eighty-square-foot apartment, watching the sun rise and set by myself.
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After we finished half the coffee, Willow said she needed to go to the wholesale warehouse to buy powdered cocoa mix. I asked her why.
She explained sheepishly that she had wanted to buy a latte for all the children at the school, but they couldn't afford a full order. So, she was buying the mix to make a weaker version for everyone to share, so each student could have a little taste.
I want the kids in the mountains to have more experiences, she said. That way, when they leave, they won't be easily moved by cheap gestures or easily hurt by people.
She wasn't talking about me. But I thought about my own childhood. I never had a teacher who bought me a treat. So, when I left the mountains, I thought a cheap cup of coffee was the pinnacle of luxury. It was enough for me to be moved by Gemma, and enough to give her my entire heart.
Dont buy the cocoa mix, I said. Well just buy out the cafe. Well treat everyone.
I took out the rest of Gemmas money and paid the cafe to drive their truck up the mountain and serve fresh lattes to the entire village.
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Willow told the village broadcaster about the treat, and she had her students gather wildflowers. While the children waited for their drinks, she taught them how to weave massive floral crowns and had them line up to place one on my head.
Rhys, look, she said. The little suns of the future, they all love you.
For Gemmas sake, I had always played the bad guy in the industry. The result was that the crew hated me, and the internet loathed me. When I complained to Gemma about the hate, she would just shrug it off.
Someone has to be the bad guy, Rhys. Besides, why do you need anyone else to like you? Isnt my love enough?
She said that, but she never understood that I desperately needed the world to like me, too. I needed a lot of warmth and sunlight.
Willow must have seen the emotion in my eyes. She broke my silence by gently pushing me toward the children.
Come on, everyone! Put the crown on your new teachers husband!
The children laughed. I let go of my dark memories, half-crouching to let them adorn me. It was strange. The flowers were the same ones Id seen my entire life, but I never noticed their fragrance. Today, my crown smelled better than any designer cologne.
I looked at Willow. The sun framed her slightly pale face in a golden halo. I knew, with absolute certainty, that marrying her was the best decision I had ever made.
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In the following days, Willow and I supervised the construction crew building the new schoolhouse and finalized our wedding arrangements. In the mountains, you dont need the complexity of a city wedding, but a proper feast is non-negotiable.
I planned to use the rest of Gemmas money to cater the meal, but Willow stopped me. She took out three years of her savings and gave them to the village elder, instructing him to prepare long tables for a feast that would invite everyone in the community.
The elder praised her commitment, and the neighborhood women constantly told me how perfect she was for me. But whenever anyone complimented her, she always corrected them.
Rhys is the truly good one, shed insist. Better than I could ever be.
She was always praising me instinctively. Gemma never did that. The contrast made me realize how little I had valued myself before.
The wedding was on the seventeenth. It was loud and joyful. The feast lasted from noon to evening. While Willow was busy hosting the elders, I sat beneath a large pine and pulled out my phone.
I hadnt logged into my social media since returning to Blackwood Creek. I thought no one would remember me.
But my messages were over ninety-nine. Almost all were from Sarah, the assistant, still urging me to apologize to Gemma. I didn't want to reply, and was about to turn the phone off when Gemma called.
It was loud on her end, a cacophony of music and voices, but her voice cut through the noise.
Rhys, are you still not done with your stunt?

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