He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 128

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The day I won my Oscar, my movie–star husband dragged me onto a divorce show.

I knew it. Another brilliant idea from the ingenue he was bankrolling.

For the finale, we dropped our answer cards into the box at the same time.

The director asked him, “Mr. Reeves, your prediction. Will you and Ms. Marlowe ultimately divorce?”

Caspian pulled me close and planted a kiss on my forehead, his gaze both tender and self–assured.

“Scarlett and I went from high school sweethearts to the altar. We’ve always been deeply in love, and we’ll only grow closer.”

“There’s no way we’re getting divorced.”

Below the stage, flashes popped as the audience aimed their cameras, screaming with excitement.

“They really are the perfect couple, so sweet!”

“Caspian is the ultimate doting husband!”

I turned my head and forced a stiff smile for the cameras.

They had no idea. He and I were already over.

Because I had checked “Divorce” in every single box.

In the car on the way home, I got a call from the funeral home.

The “faked death” service I’d arranged would be finalized in ten days.

That same day, the show’s final episode would air.

Caspian kept his hands on the wheel and asked casually, “Who’s that?”

I lowered my gaze and instinctively blanked the screen. “It’s nothing, just a spam call.”

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My phone battery was low, so I opened the glove compartment for a charger, and my eyes landed on a pair of pink lace panties.

My breath caught. The air in the car seemed to vanish, making it hard to breathe.

Caspian followed my gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“The other day, Dahlia and I were on a show, and I lost a game of Truth or Dare. The penalty was keeping one of her things in my car for a week, so… don’t read into it.”

I listened quietly to his pathetic excuse, my nose stinging as I fought back tears.

Dahlia Summers. The little ingenue he had personally launched into stardom.

She looked pure and harmless, fragile and sweet, but saved all her hostility for me.

In five years of marriage, Dahlia used reality TV as an excuse to torture me ninety–nine times.

The first time, during an acting segment, she slapped me dozens of times until my cheek was so swollen it hurt to the

touch.

Caspian gently applied ointment with a cotton swab, his heart aching, but all he said was, “Dahlia was just doing it for the cameras. Don’t hold it against her.”

The twenty–third time, she intentionally pushed me off a fishing pier near a deserted island, where I was almost eaten by sharks.

Caspian canceled everything and flew to the set himself to make me ginger tea, fussing over me endlessly.

But he explained, “Dahlia gets scared easily. She panicked and pushed you by accident.”

The sixty–seventh time, she manipulated public opinion, making a deepfake video of me trend on Twitter for three days and three nights, branding me a “slut“,

Caspian paid to have the posts taken down, but his expression was casual. “Scarlett, it’s all fake. You can’t worry so much about what people think.”

The ninety–ninth time, she forced me to go bungee jumping with her. The shock caused me to hemorrhage, and I lost the baby that was just beginning to form inside me.

Caspian stayed by my bedside for three days and nights. When I woke up, his first words were, “Scarlett, Dahlia feels terrible about the baby. Don’t blame her.”

“We’ll have plenty more kids.”

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I lay in the hospital bed as a single tear slid down my cheek into my

No. There wouldn’t be a future.

hair.

Pulling myself from my thoughts, I took a deep breath and masked the emotion in my eyes. “I understand.”

A cold, rain–laced wind slipped through a crack in the window and chilled my neck.

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