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    But in the end, what was the point?

    He still ended up sleeping with A.

    Hadley shut her eyes tight. She drew in a long breath, and then slowly let it out. Again. And again. Until her chest stopped shaking. When she opened her eyes, the fog had cleared.

    She stared at her reflection and whispered, “This is good. No more confusion. No more struggle.”

    She straightened up, sshed her face clean, and stepped out of thedies’ room like nothing had happened.

    “Chelsey,” she called calmly, “can you get the makeup artist? I need to redo my makeup.”

    “Huh?” Chelsey blinked in surprise. “Why is your makeup washed off?”

    “It’s nothing… Just call the makeup artist quickly so we don’t dy the shoot.”

    “Okay. Got it!” Chelsey didn’t press the matter further and ran off. When she returned, she came back with news Hadley didn’t expect—A was leaving.

    Hadley froze for a moment. Then, she let out a faint, bitterugh.

    There was no need to ask. Of course, it was Eric’s doing.

    He got caught, and now he was trying to clean up the mess, as if it would make a difference.

    Just then, her thoughts shed back to what he had told her that very morning. “I’ll think of a way to remove A from your side so she won’t continue to bother you.”

    He said it was for her. But it wasn’t. He wasn’t doing it out of guilt or respect. He was doing it because he feared his affair was about to get exposed.

    How ridiculous!

    “A’s packing her things. If she leaves, what’s going to happen to the shoot? Will they recast her? Tsk. Everything she filmed will have to be redone. Good thing we just started. Hadley, don’t you think something weird’s going on? A reced the original actress, and now she’s being booted. Is this some kind of power struggle?”

    Before Hadley could respond, the makeup artist walked in.

    “I don’t know,” Hadley replied with a light smile. “I need to get my makeup fixed. You go ahead and do what you have to do.”

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    “Alright.”

    While the makeup artist worked, Hadley’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.

    Call after call. Message after message. All from Eric.

    She turned the phone face down on the table. No calls answered. No messages read. No replies sent. Hadley was letting him go.

    There was no night shoot scheduled that night, so Hadley returned to the hotel earlier than usual. As she made her way down the hallway, she passed A’s room and noticed the door left open. A suitcase sat just by the door, unattended.

    Her own room was directly across the hall. She was reaching for her key card when A stepped out of her room.

    “Hadley!”

    Hadley paused and turned around, immediately noticing A’s swollen eyes. She hesitated, her expression calm but guarded. “Is something wrong?”

    “I want to ask you something,” A said sharply, her usual pretended warmth noticeably absent. Strangely, theck of pretense made Hadley feel more at ease.

    “Alright,” Hadley said simply. “Ask away.”

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