Part 2Three Questions to End a Marriage: Unmasking My A-List Husband

In an instant, the studio went so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The confident smile on Ethan's face stiffened. But having weathered countless PR storms, he quickly regained his composure. "Chloe, you aren't doing this on purpose, are you?"

"I remember photos of you buying apples went viral back then. Your fans even nicknamed you the 'Apple Beauty'."

"Not to mention, you were slicing apples at home every single day. The whole house smelled like apples. How could I possibly remember it wrong?"

In the audience, Ethan's super-fans began to defend him. "Exactly! During an interview back then, you even said you were super interested in fruit farming and wanted to plant your own apple trees! If that isn't loving apples, what is?!"

"Chloe, you've already made things so difficult for Ethan in the previous episodes. Could you stop pushing your luck?"

I ignored their aggressive questioning and calmly asked, "Ethan, do you remember what happened that year?"

Ethan let out a cold chuckle. "Of course I do."

"I offended some powerful people and was practically blacklisted by the entire film industry. If you hadn't stayed by my side and encouraged me, I probably never would have gotten the chance to make my comeback."

"That's why I can't figure it out. We survived those brutal days together, so why do you want to walk away from me now?"

His eyes grew dark, carrying a profound, indescribable sorrow. The cameras and fans frantically snapped photos of his "vulnerability."

I remained ice-cold. "Yes. Because of some drama, you offended an A-list director and couldn't get a single role for over half a year."

"Until a low-budget, indie arthouse film approached you. They wanted you to play a mute orchard farmer who falls in love with a city girl, only to be abandoned by her."

"Honestly, you can barely even find that movie online anymore. But that specific role is what laid the groundwork for your massive comeback."

"It was because that niche indie film got critical acclaim that you were able to return to the big screen and book the blockbuster that made you the massive star you are today. Do you remember all of that?"

My voice grew quieter as I spoke. The grief I tried so hard to mask began to bleed through my words.

Yet Ethan still looked entirely confused. "What does that have to do with your question?"

I looked up at this man—the man who claimed to know everything about me, yet had completely erased the reality of our past. I let out a bitter laugh.

"Did you forget that when that role was offered to you... you didn't want it?"

"You didn't want to stoop so low as to play a rural farmer. You wanted to reject the script outright."

"I was the one who forced you to take it. I was the one who went out every day to buy apples and saplings. I spent hours in our backyard researching how to plant them, studying the differences between apple varieties, and writing notebooks full of research."

"Those notes became the foundation of your character research. I was the one enduring the blistering sun and pouring rain. But in the end, you were the one who got all the fame and glory!"

Years of deep-seated resentment made me want to scream, but my rational mind forced the agony down.

Ignoring my grief, Ethan maintained his eerie calm. "Okay, so? What was your favorite fruit?"

I looked up at him. I was so used to him casually brushing past my pain. I said flatly, "Green tangerines."

Hearing that answer, Ethan suddenly laughed.

Even Olivia, sitting in the observer's booth, couldn't help but interject. "Chloe, it's a known fact that you hate sour things."

"Look, even if you feel like you sacrificed a lot for Ethan back then and want some payback now, there's no need to tell a self-contradictory lie, is there?"

The entire studio's gaze bore into me, but I didn't feel an ounce of pressure.

I just said calmly, "You're right. So what exactly do you think caused my cravings to change so drastically?"

I looked at Ethan and caught a fleeting, subtle flash of guilt in his eyes.

I smiled. I stopped looking at him and shifted my gaze to Olivia, who had been gunning for me all night.

"Because back then, I was already pregnant."