The Ex-Girlfriend's Comeback Chapter 2

I debuted at eighteen, scouted from film school. By nineteen, I was a superstar.

Magazines criticized me daily but couldn't deny my fame.

Variety called me the brightest star in the galaxy.

I lived up to the hype, rocketing to the top.

Chloe always said I was after her brother's money.

Others didn't know, but Julian Vance knew best.

I met him when I was nineteen. My future was limitless, and I was arrogant.

He didn't know how to woo a girl, only how to throw money. "Be with me, I'll fund your movie."

I threw the money in his face. "I need your funding? Directors are lining up to give me scripts."

He smiled, not angry, and stopped his bodyguards from attacking me.

After that, he changed tactics. He lowered his noble head.

He rode the bus with me to remote sets. He stayed in my rental, cooking soup for me.

I took it for granted, patting his shoulder. "I'm a superstar. People line up to cook for me!"

"When I win the Oscar, when I'm famous worldwide, you'll have bragging rights. Out of everyone, you picked me, a treasure."

Julian ran his fingers through my hair, agreeing with my nonsense unconditionally.

"That's why I have good taste. I knew you'd make it since day one."

Back then, Julian seemed like any other rich kid, except for his devastatingly good looks.

He really loved me then. The patience cultivated from a privileged upbringing was all spent on me.

I got famous early. Young, aggressive, proud. I didn't know how to bow.

No one restrained me.

I offended many people along the way.

I did whatever I wanted in that circle at such a young age.

Not because I was powerful, but because Julian was always cleaning up my mess.

Those years, if he handed me a sword, I dared to draw it.

Actress marrying a billionaire. A classic trope.

I thought, I'm a star.

Marrying Julian wouldn't bring him much glory, but he wouldn't lose out.

So I naively thought it was just a matter of me saying "yes."