The CEO’s Final ActChapter 2

The internet exploded. Half the world thought Liam was a heartless prick; the other half thought I was a home-wrecker who finally got what she deserved.

Macy watched me carefully, looking for a breakdown. I actually snickered. “I’m over it, Mace. Trust me. I’m just annoyed they’re making me a supporting character in their twisted little rom-com. It’s bad for my zen.”

Liam was a man of action. He bought Mia every role, every billboard, every cover. He even skipped board meetings to sit through her rehearsals. But instead of a blockbuster, Mia chose a "back-to-basics" reality show. And she demanded it be filmed in my hometown—a tiny, fog-heavy coastal village in Maine.

It was a petty, nonsensical request. But Liam agreed instantly. He ordered the production to revolve entirely around Mia’s whims. Fans caught on quickly. “Wait, isn't that Olivia’s hometown? Mia is savage.” “Probably just a coincidence. Stop reaching.” “Coincidence? In a village with one grocery store and no cell service? Mia’s basically hunting her.”

I didn't care. I was a woman with an expiration date. I had nothing left to fear.

Three days later, Mia showed up at my gate. She had a camera crew in tow, lenses practically grazing my skin. I wasn't used to the glare anymore. I instinctively raised my hand to block the sun.

My sleeve slipped. The needle marks were visible for a split second.

Mia stood behind the cameras, her eyes scanning me with cold triumph. “Is Olivia’s fan club watching?” she whispered, loud enough for the mics. “Come look at your idol. I almost didn't recognize her. She looks… haunting.”

The live-chat scrolled at light speed: “Holy crap, she’s skin and bones. Is she on something?” “Look at her arms. Those aren't just 'health issues' marks.” “Stop being so gullible. Olivia was always a great actress. This is just her latest play for sympathy.”