Meanwhile, Lilian’s fans were busy creating their own fairy tale online.
As CEO of Blackwood Dominion Enterprises, Alexander had never lacked public attention.
He appeared often in financial magazines and business headlines—young, powerful, impeccably dressed.
Tall, strikingly handsome, born into prestige, and untouched by scandal.
To the public, he was the perfect man.
The kind people admired from a distance and dreamed about in private.
Lilian was no less adored.
Beautiful, internationally recognized, elegant, and polished.
When people looked at them side by side, they saw what they wanted to see.
Beauty and power.
Talent and status.
A perfect match.
The internet went wild.
Within days, a new hashtag trended across every platform.
#BlackwoodSummerLove
Their follower counts surged.
Fans edited romantic videos using scenes from Lilian’s old dramas mixed with Alexander’s interviews.
Artists drew matching profile photos.
Writers posted imagined love stories about long-lost sweethearts finally reuniting.
One post caught my eye.
Are CEO Blackwood and Lilian Summer secretly married already?
The comments beneath it were worse.
He stayed single all these years while she was abroad.
No scandals. No girlfriends.
He was obviously waiting for her.
This kind of loyalty is rare.
To strangers, it was a beautiful love story.
To me—
It was unbearable.
Each comment felt like a knife pressed slowly into my chest.
My fingers trembled around the phone.
My throat tightened until breathing felt difficult.
I was his wife.
So why did I feel like the outsider in my own marriage?
I shut off the screen and stood abruptly.
Enough.
I walked straight to the CEO’s office.
I knocked once.
"Come in."
Alexander’s voice was calm, distant.
I entered.
He looked up from behind his desk, expression unreadable.
"Do you need something?"
"Yes."
I forced myself to meet his eyes.
"I don’t think handing this issue to CCPR was the right decision."
His gaze sharpened slightly.
"And why is that?"
"Because this doesn’t only affect the new product line. It affects Éclat Beauty as a whole."
I stepped closer.
"You’re the CEO. If the public believes you used your position to secure the ambassadorship for Miss Summer, it won’t stop with one scandal."
He said nothing.


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