Part 1Three Questions to End a Marriage: Unmasking My A-List Husband

After watching my A-list actor husband star in a steamy, R-rated thriller with a rising starlet, I accepted an invitation to join a divorce reality show.

My best friend patted my shoulder with a loud laugh. "Doing PR for your husband's new movie again? You're going all out for this!"

Everyone thought this was just playful banter between the entertainment industry's ten-year model couple. They all tried their hardest to play matchmaker and "help" us reconcile on the show.

The man who was notoriously quiet and never understood romance clumsily but earnestly prepared surprises for me on camera.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried to please me, at the end of every episode, I selected the "Still Want a Divorce" option.

Even the audience couldn't stand it anymore, flooding the internet with comments saying I didn't deserve him.

It wasn't until the season finale, seeing my unwavering insistence on divorce, that his eyes turned red. He dropped to his knees right in front of me.

"Chloe, I have never done a single thing to betray you. Why won't you give me one more chance?"

I smiled. "Alright. I'll give you three chances."

"Three questions. If you can answer just one of them correctly, I will drop the divorce."

Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief, including Ethan himself.

After all, when it came to knowing me, if Ethan ranked second, no one would dare claim first.

But after I asked the very first question, everyone was dumbfounded.

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"In the third year of our marriage, my cravings suddenly changed."

"That year, what was my absolute favorite fruit?"

Hearing the question, the tense audience in the studio immediately relaxed.

Ethan looked like a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He even shot me a confident smile. "Chloe, this is way too easy. Want to swap it for a harder one?"

I shook my head and wrote my answer on a card, handing it to the host. "Just answer the question."

Ethan's pen flew across his whiteboard. In less than two seconds, he was done.

When he flipped his board around to reveal the word "Apples," a wave of relief washed over the crowd.

In the observer's booth, Olivia Hayes—this year's hot favorite for Best Actress—laughed and teased, "It looks like Chloe is just throwing a little tantrum with Ethan. She might choose 'divorce' every episode, but her heart is clearly still tied to him."

"You two are really making us and the audience part of your little roleplay, aren't you?"

I ignored her passive-aggressive teasing. I simply looked at a brimmingly confident Ethan. "Are you sure that's your answer?"

Ethan's lips curled up. He leaned back in his chair, all his previous tension completely gone.

"Chloe, back then, there were times we could barely afford to eat. But you would rather skip buying groceries just to buy apples. If it wasn't because you loved them, why else would you do it?"

"We even got into a huge fight over it."

"Besides, when it comes to anything regarding you, I couldn't forget it even if I tried."

When those deeply affectionate, captivating eyes locked onto me, the studio erupted into deafening cheers.

I stared at the face I had once loved so desperately. Without saying a word, I slowly turned to the host.

The host, who had been swooning over our "romance," smiled sheepishly. She quickly pulled out my answer card, fully intending to announce Ethan's victory.

But as her eyes scanned the card, she froze. A flash of pure shock crossed her eyes.

"Mr. Vance, you..."

"You got it wrong."