Beneath the Love Fool, The Career Supporter’s Script

At the peak of his success, Adrian Fidler asked me for a divorce.
But that was right when Seraphina Rowe, the love of his life, conspired with his biggest rival to gut his company and then vanished without a trace.
I didnt leave. I stayed by his side for five long years.
Not for love.
I was bound to a "career supporter" script. My only way back to my own world was to help Adrian rebuild his empire.
The day his new company went public, Adrian stood on the balcony of the stock exchange and rang the opening bell, with Seraphinas hand in his.
By the time he rushed home, I was already gone. My mission was complete. I had vanished from his life as completely as she once had.
And Id taken all his money with me.

1
As Adrians company soared, so did my status among the citys elite wives. They all envied me, certain Id made the right bet.
Five years ago, we were the disaster couple of our social circle, with him doing everything in his power to force a divorce. But when his company collapsed and he was left broken and bankrupt, I was the one who stayed, playing the part of the devoted wife who helped him rise from the ashes.
Everyone said my perseverance had finally paid off.
But I knew something was wrong.
Adrian was in love again.
We knew each other too well. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, I saw the signs. He used to come home on time every night. Lately, hed sit in his car in the driveway, chain-smoking, a deep weariness etched on his face. When he finally came inside, he was silent.
I used to pick out all his clothesa strict palette of black, white, and gray. Suddenly, he had his assistant buying them. Hed started wearing teal.
It was her favorite color. Seraphinas.
And on her birthday, the lights in his office building stayed on all night.
I had a feeling, a cold certainty growing in my gut.
It all clicked into place today, at a university alumni event, when I saw her standing right in front of me.
Seraphina Rowe, smiling, holding out her hand as if shed never betrayed him at all.
Adrians gaze was glacial. He didn't take her hand. But I felt his grip on my wrist tighten, his entire arm trembling slightly. Only I could feel the tremor of the earthquake she caused in him.
I kept my smile perfectly in place and patted the back of his hand.
"Seraphina," I said, my voice sweet but clear. "It's been five years since you stole the Fidler family's trade secrets and helped their rivals drive his company into the ground."
The words were an accusation for her, and a reminder for him.
No matter what he did in private, in public, we had to maintain appearances.
As if waking from a dream, Adrian wrapped an arm around my waist and steered me away from her.
That night, a video of Seraphinas interview went viral.
The reporter asked why, after years of retirement, she had suddenly returned.
Seraphina looked into the camera, a picture of tragic beauty, tears streaming down her face.
"I was young and foolish," she whispered. "I hurt the man who loved me. Now, all I want is to win him back."
Her gaze was intense, personal. "Adrian, can you ever forgive me?"
A beautiful, disgraced movie star and a brilliant tech mogul. The story exploded.
Adrian was furious. He immediately called his PR team, demanding they issue a statement clarifying that he had no connection to Seraphina. Id never seen him so emotional, his face flushed with a rage that was almost theatrical.
The PR head asked if they should sue Seraphina for defamation.
I watched Adrian, knowing what he would say. Sure enough, his eyes flickered. After a moment's hesitation, he shook his head.
"I just don't want to be associated with her," he explained to me later.
I smiled and nodded, mentally finishing his sentence: He was afraid a lawsuit would tarnish her precious career.
What a pair we were. Two schemers, each with our own secrets, politely refusing to expose the other. When we first married, I had loved him to the point of madness. Now, I watched his life like it was a television drama.
No one expected Seraphina to be so insane.
On the Bay Bridge, she swerved her car directly into our path. I was in the passenger seat.
If Adrian turned the wheel, we would be fine, but Seraphinas car would smash through the guardrail and plunge into the sea. There would be no survivors.
If he didnt, wed all be hurt.
It was like he was in a trance. His eyes locked with hers across the rapidly closing distance. A twisted romance novel playing out in real-time.
It cast me as the villain.
Because I was the one screaming, slapping his arm, trying to wrench the steering wheel from his hands.
The world exploded in a screech of metal and shattering glass.
Dazed, Adrian stumbled out of our wrecked car and staggered towards hers, his hands shaking as he checked on her.
Seraphina, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth, leaned against his chest. She looked past him, met my eyes, and smirked.
I win again, Thea, she mouthed.
After what felt like an eternity, I managed to pull myself from the wreckage, a heavy, pulling pain low in my belly.
"Adrian... help me..." I called out weakly.
He snapped back to reality and rushed over, scooping me into his arms.
My consciousness began to fade. In the wail of the ambulance siren, I vaguely heard him calling me his wife, over and over, begging me not to die. I felt the warmth of his tears on my forehead.
So clich, I thought, and scoffed.
When I woke up, I was greeted with two pieces of news.
First, I was two months pregnant.
Second, the System informed me that Adrians comeback was 98% complete. I would be returning to my own world very soon.

2
Adrian came to the hospital every day. And every day, hed get a phone call and rush out.
I knew he was going to see Seraphina.
But he was a master of deception. No matter how late it was, he always came back to my room, curling up on the small cot beside my bed, his arm draped over me as we slept.
Once, as he was about to leave, he paused, his hand gently resting on my stomach. "Daddy will be right back," he whispered.
Suddenly, the sight of him was repulsive. I was done being polite.
"Why don't you take the fruit basket in my room to Miss Rowe?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Since you clearly can't bear to be away from her."
The expression on his face shattered. He just stared at me, speechless.
"Let's not fight," he finally managed. "The baby can hear us."
I slapped him. The sound was sharp in the quiet room.
"Does our baby know his father almost got him killed for his old flame?"
Adrians fists clenched at his sides. He looked at me, his eyes pleading.
Just then, his phone rang. It was Seraphina.
"Adrian," she cooed, her voice a seductive purr. "My stitches tore open again. It hurts so much..."
He could never resist her. He stood up and left without another word.
I turned my face away, refusing to watch him go.
A moment later, a text came in from Mr. Sterling, one of the companys biggest clients. He wanted to discuss a new contract. Sterling was generous, but he had one flaw: he loved to seal deals over copious amounts of alcohol.
The System warned me: if I went, I would get dangerously drunk. And I was pregnant. I couldn't drink.
My face was a cold mask. I knew the risks. Adrian had lectured me endlessly about them.
But I didn't care.
"I'm leaving this world soon anyway," I told the System. "This baby was never meant to be born."
It wasn't a product of love; it was a byproduct of lust. It didn't need my protection. Besides, landing Sterling's contract would be a massive boost for the company. It would push Adrians career progress to 99%.
I went to the dinner. I drank until everyone was satisfied, and I walked away with a signed contract.
I threw up three times on the way home, my stomach burning like it was on fire.
When I opened the front door, I heard Adrian's voice, happier than I'd heard it in a long time.
"I bought so many little outfits for the baby today, and a stroller! We need to start setting up the nursery..."
Then he smelled the alcohol on me.
His voice died in his throat. The pressure in the room dropped ten degrees. His face was grim as he carefully helped me to a chair. He took off my makeup, wiped my face with a warm cloth, forced a glass of hangover soup down my throat, and called the family doctor.
"You know you can't drink while you're pregnant!" he finally roared, his hands gripping my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His eyes burned with fury, but underneath, they shimmered with a thin layer of tears.
I patted his cheek and laughed.
"I was out there securing your kingdom for you and Seraphina," I slurred. "Why pretend to be so concerned? Deep down, you're probably hoping I drink myself to death so you can finally give your precious old flame her rightful place, right?"
He lunged forward and kissed me, trying to silence my vicious words.
I shoved him away with all my strength.
"Don't touch me," I spat. "You're filthy. While I was entertaining clients for you, where were you?"
His face went white.
I pulled out my phone and opened a message Seraphina had sent me earlier that day. It was a photo of the two of them. She was in a hospital bed with an IV in her arm, and Adrian was asleep in the chair beside her.
On his forehead was the clear imprint of a lipstick kiss.
"It's not what it looks like!" he said, his voice frantic. "I just... I hate her for what she did. I just wanted to see her brought low!"
I closed my eyes and unleashed a torrent of insults, calling him pathetic, a fool, a dog returning to its own vomitall the things I knew would cut him the deepest. After seven years, we knew each other's weaknesses perfectly.
He stormed out of the house. Less than thirty minutes later, Seraphina posted a new photo on social media.
Two hands, intertwined. The caption read: "He's back where he belongs."

3
A few days later, it was my birthday.
Knowing I would be leaving this world soon, I threw a large party, inviting all my closest friends. It was my farewell.
But an uninvited guest appeared.
Adrian. And he brought Seraphina with him.
Around her neck was a stunning emerald necklace.
I had seen it at an auction weeks ago. Adrian had bought it, supposedly as a birthday gift for me.
He had given it to her instead.
My friends, my real friends, shot me looks of pity and embarrassment. Adrian was humiliating me in front of everyone I cared about.
He walked up to me, but before he could speak, his eyes were drawn to a framed calligraphy scroll in my friend's hands. It was a piece by a famous artist she adored, one she had begged me for for years. Id always refused.
But now that I was leaving, I was giving away my entire collection to people who would appreciate it.
Adrian's brow furrowed. "That was your favorite. You looked at it every day. I pulled so many strings to get the artist to come out of retirement to make that for you!"
I took a step back, my voice sharp. "What, you're allowed to shower Miss Rowe with lavish gifts, but I'm not allowed to give my own things away?"
He rubbed his temples, a weary look on his face. "Thea, you know that's not what I mean."
He pulled me into a secluded corner, his eyes pleading. "Seraphina has been trying to get a meeting with Director Croft for months. He's here tonight. She begged me to bring her. Thats all this is. Don't overthink it."
His lips brushed my shoulder. "We've been married for years. Can't we just be okay?"
I shrugged him off, my smile bright and blinding.
"Of course," I chirped. "Director Croft and I are great friends. I'd be happy to make an introduction for Seraphina."
The relief in Adrian's eyes was palpable.
I remembered, five years ago, when I was sick in the hospital. Adrian was at his lowest point, unable to even afford my medical bills. One of his friends offered to help. Adrian glanced at me, his expression unreadable, and after a long silence, he refused. I suffered through the illness without proper medication, all for the sake of his pathetic pride.
But for the girl he actually loved, he'd humble himself, scheme and plot to advance her career.
The difference between being loved and not being loved was brutally clear.
But I wasn't about to play the gracious wife. If I returned his cruelty with kindness, what would be left for me?
I walked over to Director Croft, a glass of champagne in my hand, and introduced Seraphina.
"Her acting skills are phenomenal," I said sweetly. "She played the part of the devoted lover so well she fooled Adrian completely. And shes a master of illusionpoof!she vanished the moment he was broke."
I continued, my voice dripping with false admiration. "Oh, and she can change her face in an instant. The way she sniffs out money and other people's husbands... its like a dog spotting a bone."
Seraphinas smile was frozen on her face.
Adrians eyes were practically shooting sparks at me, but I didn't care.
I gestured grandly. "Director, if you have any supporting roles in your new film, you should consider Adrian, too. He'd be perfect for the part of a kicked dog."
Adrians fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. "Thea," he hissed. "Stop dredging up the past! You're obsessed with being the victim. Are you going to mock me with this for the rest of our lives?"
He was tired of hearing it. He probably couldn't stand to be reminded of his own humiliating climb back from the bottom, a journey I had witnessed every painful step of.
I rolled my eyes and met Seraphinas gaze, which was filled with unshed, manipulative tears.
The long-suffering wife who had seen him at his worst versus the unobtainable first love. No wonder he was still obsessed with her.
Adrian snatched the glass from my hand. "Apologize to Seraphina. Now."
I slapped him, hard, across the face, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek.
"You deserve to be played for a fool until the day you die."
I walked away as my friends called me over to cut the birthday cake.
We were all gathered in the main hall when, without warning, the massive crystal chandelier overhead began to creak and sway.
Screams erupted. People scrambled for safety.
I heard my name being called"Thea, watch out!"and felt hands pulling me back.
But among the voices filled with concern, not one belonged to my husband.
The moment the chandelier began to fall, he didn't run towards me. He lunged in the opposite direction, shielding Seraphina with his own body.
A shard of glass still managed to slice her cheek.
Adrian stared at the wound, his reason suddenly snapping. He spun around and stormed towards me.
"You planned this! You knew the chandelier was faulty! You were trying to kill her, weren't you?"

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