My Rival’s Groom Is My Husband

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On maternity leave at home, I was suddenly tagged by a rival starlet on social media:Clara, Ive forgiven you for the past! Im getting married todayhonored if youd witness my happiness!~
While fans praised her kindness, I replied politely: Sorry, I have a prior commitment, but wish you all the best.
Her fans flooded me with hate: What commitment? Youve been jobless for half a year! You pushed Amber into the water to steal her role! Shes kind to invite you, yet you act arrogant!
Amber joined the comments: Lets drop the pastmy husband will protect me now. Clarad be jealous if she knew who he is!
I snapped back: Sorry, I dont care about your husband.
Her fans mocked: Hes a film industry tycoon! Her career will surpass yours! Youre secretly dying of jealousyten years in the business and still a nobody!
As abuse worsened, Amber tagged me again, feigning generosity: Really hope you comewere from the same agency. My husbandll give you supporting roles.
She then DMd a wedding photo of her and her husband.
I froze. It was my stay-at-home husband, Owen.
I typed back: Alright, count on meIll be there with sincere congratulations!

The second I closed the chat, a message from my husband popped up.
Honey, my new film is about to start shooting, so I have to go abroad for a bit. I made a batch of your favorite dumplings and put them in the freezer. Just boil them when youre hungry.
Dont worry, Ill be back soon!
Reading Owens usual thoughtful message, a sharp pain lanced through my heart.
Owen and I had been married for five years. He wasnt particularly successfulevery film he directed was a box office bombbut he was gentle, kind, and incredibly attentive. Even when we were apart, he always kept me updated and made sure I had everything I needed.
I used to think this was true love, a quiet, steady stream.
But reality had just slapped me across the face.
I packed a bag, and following the wedding location Amber had sent me, I boarded a flight.
When I arrived at the hotel, the entrance to the venue was overflowing with congratulatory flower baskets from luxury brands and fans.
The banners read, Congratulations to Mr. Owen, CEO of Crestwood Pictures, on his marriage!
Beside the flowers, Amber, in a custom-made wedding gown, was demurely giving interviews to the media, surrounded by a throng of reporters.
Miss Amber, after marrying Mr. Owen, will you be retiring to focus on your family, or will you continue your acting career?
Before Amber could answer, one of her bridesmaids, also an actress, chimed in.
Mr. Owen is a billionaire CEO! Of course Amber is going to be a lady of leisure! With a husband like that, who would want to work?
Seriously, Amber, youre so lucky! Marrying a man whos rich, handsome, and powerful!
Once youre a billionaires wife, dont forget to throw some resources our way! Well be counting on you!
The crowd laughed and joked, and even the head of our agency was fawning over her.
Amber, my dear, the first time I saw you, I knew you were destined for greatness! Thats why I gave you all the best resources from the start and invested so much in your marketing. You have a star quality that doesnt even need acting talent!
Amber basked in the adoration, her nose in the air.
When I first met Owen, he was a nobody, a small-time director with big dreams. I was drawn to his drive, and after we got married, I used my familys influence to secure funding for his films.
Unfortunately, every single one of them failed.
But he remained optimistic. He said if directing didnt work out, he would study arts management to better understand the market. So, I gave him control of Crestwood Pictures, the smallest of my familys media companies, to practice with.
I never imagined it would become the source of Ambers bragging rights.
When they spotted me, the fawning bridesmaids went silent, their faces twisting into expressions of disgust.
Chloe, an actress known as Ambers best friend, was the first to speak, her eyes fixed on my necklace. Clara, you actually dared to show up? And you rented a Heart of the Ocean necklace to make a statement? How pathetic.
Her words ignited the crowd.
So thats why she came! To show off! That necklace is a one-of-a-kind piece, the brand never loans it out. She probably had to beg some sugar daddy for it.
Some people are so calculating. If she hadnt pushed Amber in the water and stolen her role, that hit drama would have made Amber a star!
Exactly! She was always jealous of Amber, and now shes green with envy that she landed a rich husband. Shes just here to compete!
I remained calm amidst the accusations. For your information, I bought this necklace myself.
The words were barely out of my mouth when a sharp slap cracked across my face.
Amber, in her high heels, was standing in front of me.
You bought it? This was a gift from my husband!
I always suspected he was keeping a mistress on the side. I just never thought it would be you, you bitch!
You home-wrecking slut! How dare you wear the anniversary gift my husband gave me to taunt his actual wife!
The slap was so unexpected I could only cup my stinging cheek.
The onlookers gasped. Amber, your husband bought you that necklace? Really?
Amber scoffed. Why would I lie? She pulled out her phone and showed them several photos of her wearing the necklace while on vacation with Owen.
The Heart of the Ocean was unique; its cut was so complex that fakes were easily spotted. More importantly, this one had a custom engraving, clearly visible in the photos. The one around my neck was identical.
A wave of whispers and jeers went through the crowd.
It really is the one Ambers husband bought! So Clara must be the mistress!
Amber shot me a venomous look. No wonder you havent had any work. Youve been hiding away as some rich mans mistress!
The other actors from our agency joined in.
And she always used to act so high and mighty, telling us to have self-respect. Turns out she was a mistress the whole time!
Hah, some ice queen. It was all an act. I bet shes been licking sponsors boots behind the scenes.
Shameless homewrecker! Amber was kind enough to invite her, and she shows up wearing that necklace to deliberately provoke the wife!
Disgusting! Sluts like her who break up families should be drowned!
Even the head of our agency scowled at me. Clara, dont bother coming back to the agency. Youre done!
We dont have room for morally corrupt artists like you!
The barrage of accusations drew in more reporters, who started live-streaming the drama. One of them even threw a glass of red wine at me.
As the wine stained my designer gown, I fought back my anger. You can slander me, you can assault me in public, but is there no law in this country?!
Amber sneered. The law? Im slapping a shameless homewrecker! My husband is a billionaire CEO. Theres nothing in this world he cant solve with money!
Her eyes fell to the necklace around my neck, and she snarled, I hate sluts like you! Its bad enough you seduce men, but you scam them out of their money too! You deserve to be beaten to death!
She lunged at me, grabbing my hair and ripping the necklace from my neck. This is my husbands and my property! What right do you, a mistress, have to wear it?!
I looked at the furious Amber and said calmly, Youll find out soon enough who really has no right.
My words sent her into a rage. What did you say, you bitch? Youre trying to shame me, the real wife?
Let me tell you something, Amber doesnt do sloppy seconds. Especially not after theyve been worn by a shameless slut like you. The sight of it makes me sick!
She ordered someone to bring her a hammer and began smashing the necklace. Diamonds, though hard, are brittle. Cracks soon appeared.
Amber is going to be the lady of Crestwood Pictures. We cant let her be bullied by some low-life like Clara, her friend Chloe yelled.
The other onlookers, caught up in the frenzy, grabbed whatever they could find and joined in, smashing the priceless gems into dust. The once-dazzling Heart of the Ocean was reduced to a pile of glittering debris.
I watched the mob with cold eyes and pointed to a live-streaming camera. That necklace is worth two billion. When its time to pay up, not a single one of you will get away.
My words earned me another hard slap.
Who do you think you are, threatening me? Youre just a mistress who cant be seen in public. Do you really think youre some kind of tycoons wife?
So what if its two billion? Its all my husbands money, and his money is my money! I can smash my own things if I want to!
I stared at the arrogant Amber and laughed. Owen was a useless freeloader who relied on my family for everything. Even with Crestwood Pictures under his management, his incompetence had turned it from profitable to loss-making in just a year. If he werent my husband, my family would have kicked him out long ago.
But to Amber and her sycophants, he was a brilliant billionaire CEO they were all desperate to please.
Encouraged by Ambers attitude, the others chimed in. Chloe pointed at me and screamed, This slut dared to show up in a designer dress! Lets strip her naked and throw her in the street, see if she dares to seduce men after that!
As the mob advanced on me, I quickly pulled out my phone. Get people to the Grand Hotel, now!
Before the person on the other end could reply, Chloe snatched my phone and smashed it on the ground. Calling for backup? Youre a homewrecker! Even if we beat you to death today, youd deserve it!
Who do you think you are? Were all in the same industry. Everyone knows you sleep with sponsors for roles.
What, youre going to call your sugar daddies to come save you? Take a look around. None of those old men can compare to Mr. Owen!
Exactly! If youre going to act tough, pick the right audience. You messed with the wrong people this time, hahaha!
With that, the bridesmaids swarmed me, tearing at my clothes. I struggled, screaming for them to stop, but I was helpless. The onlookers did nothing, just pointed their cameras at me, recording my humiliation. The live-stream comments were a blur of vicious curses.
Let go! Let me go! I screamed, forced to my knees. My clothes were ripped to shreds, and I could only use my hands to cover myself. As the gown was torn away, my pregnant belly was exposed.
Someone shouted, Look at her stomach! Shes pregnant!
Amber looked down, and her face changed. Owen was thirty-five and childless, which meant Crestwood Pictures had no heir. If I gave birth to his child, the position of CEOs wife and all future wealth would be mine.
Chloe said nervously, Even if Mr. Owen likes Amber, he wouldnt ignore the child, would he? Did we go too far?
But Amber just smirked. Its just a bastard child. Im the real wife. Owen and I can have as many children as we want. Why would he care about this one?
I instinctively covered my stomach and shoved Amber away. You evil woman, dont you dare touch my child!
But in my pregnant state, I was clumsy. Amber easily dodged me. As I tried to escape, Chloe ran forward and kicked me in the stomach. The other actresses grabbed me, punching and kicking.
How dare you touch Amber? You must have a death wish! Shes a billionaires wife now, who do you think you are?
Dont think we wont hit you just because youre pregnant! That thing in your belly is just a bastard anyway. Amber could have you both killed with a single word!
Shameless slut! Seducing another womans husband and getting pregnant with a bastard! Well beat you to death today!
Even the agency head snuck in a few kicks.
I was beaten until I was bleeding, curled up on the floor, trying to protect my child.
I couldnt take it anymore. I spit at Amber and snarled, Youll all pay for this!
But the crowd just laughed.
Still acting tough when youre about to die? Youll make us pay? Thats hilarious.
A scheming mistress trying to get one over on Amber? Look at you, youre not even worthy of polishing her shoes!
Make us pay? Hahaha, Im so scared! A mistress who licks sponsors boots really thinks she has money and power.
The reporters and live-stream audience joined in the mockery.
Amber, seeing that everyone was on her side, stepped on my face. Since weve come this far, lets take it a step further. Id like to see how this bitch is going to make me pay.
The crowd looked at each other. Amber, what do you mean?
Amber picked up the cake knife and smiled a crazed smile.
I mean, lets cut the baby out of her.
As the knife came closer, I scrambled backward, screaming for help.
The next second, hundreds of luxury cars screeched to a halt in front of the hotel. A man in an expensive suit, surrounded by an entourage, stepped out.
The noisy venue fell silent. The people who had been about to attack me froze, staring at the entrance. Even Amber retracted the knife and smoothed down her dress.
The hotel manager, seeing the commotion, rushed to the entrance with his staff and rolled out the finest red carpet.

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