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For years, I bought every excuse. Every late night, every missed call, always just "work."

Until a friend sent me the pictures.

Gabriel and Serena, slipping into a private hotel suite. Two nights ago.

Now, his work involved planning the kind of wedding that would dominate headlines. A jaw-dropping, no-expense-spared spectacle.

Meanwhile, when we got married? There wasn't even a ceremony.

My throat tightened as I forced the words out. "Gabe, Serena's just a colleague, right? But you're giving her the wedding of the century. What about me? I'm your wife. Did I ever get a wedding?"

When we tied the knot, Gabriel was a struggling extra, barely scraping by. His parents were convinced I was some gold-digger and treated me like one from the start.

To prove them wrong, I signed that ridiculous confidentiality agreement. No wedding. No public acknowledgment. Just a quiet, invisible marriage.

Gabriel had sworn up and down, "Once I make it big, I'll give Lexa the wedding she deserves."

Then he won an Academy Award. And never mentioned it again.

The one time I brought up a small ceremony, just family, he waved it off. "Work's too busy. Maybe later."

But now?

One call from Serena, and suddenly, there was no later.

I must've sounded crazy to him because his voice turned sharp. "Lexa, I've explained this a thousand times. Why can't you just get it? Serena and I are a brand. I can't just walk away."