Part 2Caught on Camera: The Paparazzi’s Double-Husband Drama

Sitting in the police precinct at midnight, I am completely numb.

Weston actually punched Ethan!

Ethan has a nasty bruise on his jaw. He sits on the bench, face cold as ice, lost in thought.

Weston squeezes my hand, his voice low: "I messed up big time."

Well, I can’t entirely blame him for being reckless.

He had just gone to grab me some late-night takeout, and when he walked back, he saw a strange man pounding on my car window.

He thought Ethan was some kind of creep and immediately threw a punch.

"You're the billionaire prince of Manhattan, who are you afraid of?" I tease him to lighten the mood.

Hearing this, Weston's face flushes with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, and he reaches out to pinch my cheek.

He hates that title more than anything. He thinks it sounds incredibly cringe and ridiculous.

I swat his hand away, looking at the scrape on his knuckles. "Does your hand hurt?"

Weston instantly stops fooling around. He lets out a prideful huff, turning his head away.

Ethan’s manager rushes into the station. The moment he sees Ethan’s face, he blows a fuse.

"You're that trash paparazzi, aren't you?!"

"Ethan is supposed to be on set tomorrow! Can you even afford the breach of contract fees?!"

He points his finger right at me, screaming, "Rats like you belong in the gutter, or locked up in a cell to learn some manners!"

Spit flies from his mouth, nearly hitting my face as he curses.

He gets more and more aggressive, poking his finger dangerously close to my nose.

I’m not a coward. Normally, I would have broken his nose by now.

But looking at his furious face, a sudden, suffocating weight crashes onto my chest.

My head feels like it’s about to split open.

Tears stream down my face uncontrollably. In a daze, I hear another voice echoing in my mind, screaming at me:

"Are you trying to ruin him?!"

"Fine! Go find him right now! Let the whole world know about your pathetic relationship!"

"What makes you think you're good enough for him? What right do you have to question him?!"

The sheer agony suffocates me. Everything goes black, and I faint.

The last thing I hear is Weston’s roaring fury: "If anything happens to her, I will personally destroy every single one of you!"