The wealthiest man had a quarrel with the best actress, and in a fit of anger, he married me as her substitute.

Not even the distance across countries could sever the ties of their undying love.

When Ivy returned overnight, my husband, Leo Hartford, rushed to the airport to pick her up without delay.

Netizens said that true love could withstand the test of time, and I was merely a witness to their love story because the one not loved was the interloper.

I didn't argue but just continued to play the role of Leo's wife both in public and in private.

Later, I signed the divorce agreement and stood before him with a man who bore an uncanny resemblance to him.

He was furious, his eyes red as he demanded to know why.

I looked at the man's face on my phone video and said calmly, "Because someone resembles him more than you do. You were but a substitute too."

Everyone knew that Leo married me to make Ivy change her mind and come back to him.

Ivy was given a rare acting opportunity that required her to study abroad.

Leo was too proud to say anything to keep her but married me immediately—an Ivy lookalike.

I wore an ill-fitting wedding dress, marrying a man with I wealth but no love.

People said that Leo would immediately throw me away as long as Ivy wished it.

But for five years of marriage, we were like one of the most ordinary couples in the world.

He would prepare gifts for me with care on our anniversary and stay by my bedside all night when I was sick.

On nights of tenderness and intimacy, he asked me countless times, "Honey, will you always be by my side?"

We were like a couple just falling in love.

But on the day I prepared a table of dishes, waiting for him to come back for our anniversary, Ivy returned.

I waited for him all night, only to find Ivy trending on the Internet.

The day I learned Ivy was coming back, I was sipping coffee in Leo's office.

Leo's good friend Sam burst in and said, "Leo, Ivy is coming back tonight. Why are you still working overtime here?"

After speaking, he scratched his head, turned around, and stared at me blankly.

"I have something to do. I'm off."

Seeing me in the office, Sam fled hastily.

Leo, who was just working at his desk, got up and walked towards me.

"He's talking nonsense. Don't mind his words." He said, gently kissing my forehead.

Over the years, Leo's friends have always been pessimistic about our marriage.

In their hearts, Leo has always loved Ivy, and I, as a substitute, was just the result of his pique.

Seeing no change in my expression, Leo breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

"Let's go home for dinner tonight. I'll make your favorite dishes."

I said, but he didn't respond, just staring at the cloudy sky outside the window.

It wasn't until I repeated it that he seemed to hear me and turned around.

"Sure, of course I'll come back if you're cooking."

When I reached the door, I turned back and poked my head into the office.

"Honey, you won't run to pick up Ivy and stand me up, right?"

Since we got married, this was the first time Leo looked at me coldly, with a gloomy face.

"Don't mention her. Our life has nothing to do with others."

I stood there, somewhat stunned.

Perhaps realizing his tone was too harsh, Leo quickly made up for it.

"Sorry, I encountered a work issue. I'm sorry for taking it on you just now."

He put on a gentle smile, looking at me as if hoping for my understanding.

I smiled and nodded, but the smile disappeared the moment I turned around.

Leo was lying to me. How could he, with such a good memory, forget that I had just tidied up the papers on his desk?

All he had in front of him was a promotional poster released by the Hartford Group.

In the elevator, I took out my phone and looked at the hashtag "Ivy's Return".

The first thing I saw when I clicked in was an interview video of Ivy before boarding the plane.

"I hope that the first person I see when I get off the plane is the one I want to see the most. It was my capriciousness that made me miss him before. I don't know if I can still make up for him now."

In the video, Ivy looked at the camera with tearful eyes.

Her words were full of regret. She didn't mention Leo, but her every word was about him.

I flipped through the comments, all of which were supportive of Ivy from her fanatical fans.

[Don't cry, Ivy. The one not loved is the other woman!]

[There are regrets in love. Ivy, pursue your love bravely!]

[You break my heart! Ivy, don't cry.]

There were also some relatively rational netizens blaming Ivy.

[You left him by yourself. He's already married now.]

[An interloper is an interloper, no matter if you are the one who is loved or not.]

...

But in less than ten minutes, all the comments unfavorable to Ivy were deleted.

Apart from Leo, I can't think of a second person able to do so.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

The dishes on the table were all Leo's favorites, and it was our wedding anniversary.

He would usually book a restaurant in advance and prepare a gift for me quietly, but he seemed to have forgotten this time.

I sat by the window, looking at the sunset outside.

Ivy should have arrived by now.

I just called Leo, and he told me he would be back later because his work was quite complicated.

"You can eat first if you're hungry. The food won't taste good when it's cold."

The second before he hung up the phone, I heard the airport boarding announcement, just like an alarm bell announcing the end of this marriage.

I always listened to Leo, and it was no exception this time.

I picked up the fork and started eating alone at the table, but I put it down after tasting it.

These were all his favorite dishes, none of which I liked.

The next second, my phone made a push notification sound, and I couldn't help but click it to take a look.

The person who should have been in the office at the moment was holding Ivy's hand tightly.

He walked in front of her, shielding her from the fanatical fans and reporters around.

One of the haters suddenly rushed over, but the security pulled him away before he could get close.

"Bitch! You made my sister lie in the hospital bed. How come you still have the nerve to come back? You mistress!"

The airport was noisy, but he made it enough to be heard by everyone. He even threw rotten eggs at Ivy.

Leo stepped forward in time, becoming the one who was hit, but Ivy maintained her glamorous and beautiful image of a big star.

The scene was silent. Leo's face was gloomy, his eyes fixed on the shouting man.

In front of everyone, Leo punched him to the ground.

It wasn't until he couldn't get up from the ground that Leo took the tissue handed over by the assistant and wiped his hands.

"It's okay you take pictures, but don't post them online unless you want to lose your jobs."

He held Ivy in his arms, carefully wiping away her tears of the shock.

The video ended here.

I was just about to put down my phone when the male protagonist of the video called me.

"I'm busy tonight and won't be back. Have a good rest."

"But I cooked a table of dishes you like..."

Before I could finish my sentence, Leo interrupted me.

"I can't eat today; you can make it next time. You used to be sensible. Don't be petty!"

The video of him picking up Ivy at the airport was spread all over the Internet, and he could still blame me.

He thought it was quiet when he called me, but I still heard Ivy's coquettish laughter beside him.

That day, I waited until late at night, but Leo never came home.

At midnight, Ivy posted her first Twitter post since coming back: [Thank goodness you're still here.]

She also posted a photo, which showed a silhouette reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window.

If the man kissing her wasn't my husband, I might have found it romantic.

Even at midnight, the post quickly made its way to the trending topics.

With Leo's support for my career over the years, my acting had taken off. Ivy's fans, who had been discontented, flocked to my Twitter account to leave comments.

[The true love's back. Someone has to step aside.]

[No man can resist Ivy if she wants him.]

[The one who isn't loved is the mistress, especially when Mr. Hartford and Ivy are just rekindling their love!]

Ivy's fervent fans were all waiting to see my joke, eager to witness my tears for their reunion.

But there were still rational people. Many questioned them.

[The man is married, and the woman broke up first. Now, he's reuniting with her during his marriage. It sounds disgusting.]

[The one who isn't loved is the mistress? Are you kidding or really crazy?]

Leo's actions at the airport also caused the stock of the Hartford Group to fluctuate.

Leo's assistant, Vincent, called me late at night, asking me to clarify the matter in the name of Leo's wife.

I almost laughed. With the photo posted by the protagonist, how could I clarify?

We didn’t even take wedding photos when we got married.

I could only find a photo of us taken on our wedding day from the drawer and posted it online, captioned: [Happy fifth anniversary.]

Vincent was quite quick to act. I had just posted the photo when he left a comment under it with the official account of the Hartford Group.

[Mr. and Mrs. Hartford are such a happy couple. I'm envious!]

Netizens who surfed the web all day also quickly came.

[So, the man in the photo Ivy just posted isn't Mr. Hartford?]

[Mr. and Mrs. Hartford are really happy. Don't bother with those who are trying to get attention.]

[Isn't it obvious who the mistress is?]

...

Public opinion online began to lean towards me because of the photo I posted.

Even as an international superstar who just returned, Ivy began to be scolded for being unworthy.

It was a long day, and I was exhausted.

The following day, I was awakened by the continuous messages on my mobile phone.

I opened my mobile phone and saw that, apart from the caring messages from my agent, the rest were all insults from netizens to me.

I was a bit confused.

Didn't the public opinion reverse last night?

I clicked it and saw all the sarcasm from Ivy's fans to me.

[Pretending! You were just a substitute for Ivy when you married Mr. Hartford. Do you really think you are Mr. Hartford's love?]

[Years of marriage is still not a patch on Ivy's return.]

I went through all the comments on the Internet, and my heart gradually became numb.

Since I couldn't compare with the return of Leo's ex, I decided to let him go.

After all, I never loved him in the first place.

I blocked and deleted Leo's contact information, and then I called my lawyer.

"Draft a divorce agreement for me."