Part 1Caught on Camera: The Paparazzi’s Double-Husband Drama

He plays basketball.

I post: [SHOCKER! Best Actor caught in a steamy tangle with multiple men!]

He eats street food at midnight.

I post: [EXPOSED! You won't believe what the Oscar-winner is doing on the streets at night!]

Stalking him late at night, the Best Actor finally snaps, grabs my wrist, and roars, "How much longer are you going to keep this up?!"

The billionaire prince of Manhattan punches him square in the jaw: "Get your hands off my wife!"

The Best Actor whips out a marriage certificate and sneers, "Look closely. Whose wife do you think she really is?"

I instantly get thrilled!

Oh my god, having amnesia is amazing! I get to have two husbands!

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[EXPOSED! You won't believe what the Oscar-winner is doing on the streets at night!]

My latest post on X hits over a million views, likes, and retweets in less than an hour.

The Best Actor's fandom wakes up in the middle of the night just to drag me in the comments.

[Ugh! Another massive clickbait load of garbage!]

[If she's so brave, why doesn't she catch something real for once?!]

[Trash paparazzi trash! What is the actual truth?!]

Their hate drives me straight to the global trending page.

On the trending board, my name is intimately tucked right next to his.

#TrashPaparazzi ChloeBrooks#

At 2:00 AM, Ethan Vance was sitting at a sketchy late-night food truck, wearing a black hoodie and a low-brimmed baseball cap.

He was casually perched on a plastic stool, holding a cheap street corn dog.

I even attached eighteen high-res photos, each one making the Best Actor look drop-dead gorgeous.

The fans can curse me all they want, but they never fail to praise my photography skills.

For the past year, every single masterpiece photo of the Best Actor has come from my lens.

[Strangely, this awful paparazzi always captures a completely different side of Ethan.]

[I know, right? She somehow brings out that lonely, melancholic vibe of his.]

[Honestly... it almost feels like my husband is posing for her.]

[The comment above, are you insane?]

I look at the comments with supreme satisfaction.

These tsundere little angels always click on my sponsored links right after trashing me.

After all, I've never actually ruined Ethan's reputation; if anything, I’ve gifted them endless wallpaper-worthy shots.

My income is skyrocketing, making me shoot even more enthusiastically.

Suddenly, someone knocks on my car window.

I look up. Ethan Vance is standing outside, holding a half-eaten corn dog.

Through the one-way tint, he can't see me, but I can see him perfectly.

[SOS! Save me right now!]

I shrink back into my seat, frantically texting my childhood friend, Weston Sterling.

[Ethan found me!]