The same day Lizzie Bradford found out she had a brain tumor, Ophelia Bullock was injured on set. Without hesitation, Adrienne Lennox rushed to her side.

Entertainment news exploded with headlines about Adrienne and Ophelia rekindling their romance, painting Lizzie—Adrienne’s “official wife”—as the unwelcome intruder in her own marriage.

Lizzie and Adrienne had been childhood sweethearts, the couple everyone in town talked about. For years, people had believed they were a match made in heaven. Five years of marriage, a love story that seemed destined by the stars… or at least, that’s what Lizzie had always thought.

But now, as the pieces of her life shifted, Lizzie began to understand something she hadn’t before: sometimes, the heart wants what it wants and there’s nothing she can do to change it.

So, she let him go.

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Twenty-four hours had passed since Ophelia’s accident. The best window for Adrienne’s PR team to act had already closed. Yet the trending news about “Adrienne and Ophelia” stayed at the top, drowning out everything else, burying Lizzie along with it.

If the headlines hadn’t died down by now, it was because Adrienne didn’t want them to.

Sitting in the empty living room, Lizzie clutched the doctor’s diagnosis, his words echoing in her mind.

“Mrs. Lennox, the tumor’s pretty large. Surgery will be tricky, but waiting for it to grow could make it riskier—it might affect your memory, coordination, or even put your life at risk. I suggest calling your husband right now so we can perform the surgery immediately.”

Lizzie called Adrienne, giving no details, only asking him to come to the hospital. He had agreed at first, telling her to wait for him.

But over an hour later, he still hadn’t shown. She called again, only to find his phone off. Finally, his assistant informed her he was on a flight to Eastport.

When she asked why he went to Eastport, the assistant simply replied, “I’m afraid it’s on the news, Ma’am. Trending all over social media.”

Sure enough, as soon as she opened her social media account, the trending number one read: An accident on set, actress Ophelia Bullock hospitalized for severe burns.

Looking at the headlines, Lizzie hugged her coat tighter around her shoulders. She realized then that winter in Westport felt colder than usual. She dialed her brother Darius, but halfway through the call, she remembered the time difference—it was still early morning where he was. She hung up.

Once home, she called Adrienne another seven or eight times, but he never picked up. Usually, she didn’t bug people if they were busy, but tonight was different. Tonight, she actually wanted to annoy him, to make him pick up and snap at her, just to acknowledge she was there. But he didn’t.

Sinking further into the couch, she felt a heavy sense of helplessness. The Bradfords and Lennoxes had a long history together and she and Adrienne had been inseparable as kids. No one was surprised when they ended up married. But Adrienne had always kept his distance. She’d figured it was just part of being so comfortable with someone, that maybe they were just an “old married couple” where affection and intimacy are part of daily life.

But today, seeing how Adrienne had dropped everything to be with Ophelia, how he ignored everything—the news, the crashing stock prices—she finally realized this so-called “familiarity” had been nothing but an illusion.

Both her in-laws had called. At first, she didn’t want to answer, but her mother-in-law, Yolanda Lennox, texted, insisting she was coming over to check on her. Reluctantly, Lizzie picked up the call. Yolanda’s gentle voice came through, “Lizzie, have you been able to reach Adrienne?”

“No, I haven’t,” Lizzie replied.

Yolanda paused. “Don’t worry about it, okay, sweetheart? You’re still the one and only woman of Adrianne. Only you are our legitimate daughter in-law. I’ll speak to Adrienne, ‘ll tell him to return immediately and make sure he apologizes to you, okay”

Lizzie forced a weak smile. She wanted to say she didn’t need an apology. This was between her and Adrienne. Her in-laws had always treated her kindly, so there was no need to vent her frustration on them. “Thanks, Mom, but you don’t need to worry. I’ll be okay. I just… I’m not sure I can face the reporters right now.”

“No, no, no, you don’t have to. We’ll take care of them. You just rest for the night, alright?” Yolanda assured her.

Not long after Yolanda hung up, Adrienne’s call came through. Lizzie answered, putting him on speaker. Shortly after Yolanda’s call ended, Adrienne finally called. Lizzie answered, putting him on speakerphone. His voice was cold, as if she were some stranger intruding on his life. “It’s late. What’s with all the calls?”

“Nothing important.”

A brief silence followed before a voice came through the phone, “Mr. Lennox, Miss Bullock is awake and asking for you.”

“In a minute,” he replied, hanging up without another word.

The dial tone echoed in Lizzie’s ears. Adrienne and Ophelia had dated off and on throughout college. Lizzie had liked Adrienne since she was a teenager and he knew it. Watching him with Ophelia had been painful, but she’d kept her feelings hidden.

Then, at a friend’s wedding, Adrienne caught the bride’s bouquet and turned straight to her with a proposal. Not wanting to embarrass him, Lizzie said yes.

That night, she tried explaining her feelings, but Adrienne just started pursuing her. It seemed like a dream—just like everyone expected, they got married.

She walked down the aisle full of hope, only to be met with a husband who remained emotionally distant. Life with him had become monotonous. But now, thinking back, she realized Adrienne had never truly let go of Ophelia.

So, what was she to him? A convenient stand-in? A painful ache settled in her chest as her vision blurred. She curled up on the couch, trembling. Finally, she took a steadying breath and picked up the phone, calling her brother. “Darius, I’m coming back to London in a few days.”

“Will Adrienne be with you?”

“No, just me.”

He hesitated, concern lacing his voice, “Did you two have a fight?”

Lizzie stood by the window, letting the cold air sting her face. Her throat tightened. “No… remember I’d talked about going back to grad school? It’s about time I actually did it. Adrienne’s busy; maybe he’ll come around the holidays.”

Relieved, Darius let out a breath. “Alright. Just let me know when and I’ll pick you up from the airport.”

After a few more exchanges, the siblings ended their call. Lizzie carefully folded the medical report on the coffee table and tucked it away, choosing to retreat into the silence around her.

Adrienne returned a week later, but not alone—he brought Ophelia back from Eastport and settled her in the house next door. That property had originally been a wedding gift from Darius to Lizzie. Even though it had been hers for years, she’d never lived there, only sending a housekeeper occasionally to clean it. But now, Ophelia was moving in.

In her relationship with Adrienne, Lizzie had always been submissive, so much so that she’d rarely voiced her needs. Even when conflicts arose, she would swallow her pride, choosing peace over arguments. This time, though, she wanted to ask Adrienne if he thought it was really appropriate.

But as the words reached her lips, she swallowed them back. She’d already decided to leave; why bother now?

After a moment, she looked away from him and went back to packing up her books from the bookshelf.

Adrienne noticed her distant, empty gaze and, feeling a need to explain, said, “It’s only temporary. It’s more convenient for her medical team to have her nearby.”

Facing away from him, Lizzie smirked but chose not to argue. “She can stay, but you’ll need to let Miss Bullock know. Real estate agents might be coming by soon to show the place to potential buyers, so it may get a bit disruptive.”

Adrienne’s brow furrowed. “Why do you want to sell it? Are you short on money?”

Lizzie slipped another book into the box and looked up at Adrienne. “Not at all. It was a wedding gift from my brother and it’s just sitting there gathering dust. I thought it might be better to sell it.”

Adrienne watched her, puzzled. With the Bradford and Lennox Family fortunes, there were plenty of things that sat unused. But he knew she was making up an excuse. He wanted to press her further, but Lizzie was focused on her task, clearly not interested in talking.

As he prepared to leave, Adrienne noticed her packing up the books in boxes. Initially, he’d thought she was just tidying up. “Why are you packing up these books?”

“Just organizing a bit. Thought I’d put these out in the sun for a while.”

Adrienne nodded and paused as he remembered Lizzie’s recent call. “By the way, how’s with your medical check-up? Is everything’s fine? It was all so rushed that day; I didn’t get a chance to call you back.”  Lizzie paused, reminded of the tumor in her head that could burst at any moment. She gave a slight shake of her head, downplaying it.

“Nothing serious.”

Adrienne responded with a slight hum. “Well, Ophelia’s injuries are quite severe and her mood’s been all over the place. I’ll be staying over there more often.”

“Sure, take care of her,” Lizzie replied with calm indifference, showing no sign of any reaction. Adrienne didn’t press further and left for the other house.

Watching him go, Lizzie stood by the window, a small, bitter smile forming as her eyes grew misty. This house—the living room couch, the bed in the bedroom, the entryway painting, the curtains on the windows, even the spare slippers—she’d chosen each item, carefully decorating every corner with hopes for their future together. But now, every detail seemed like a cruel joke.

After finishing with the books, she picked up her phone to call Mara for dinner. But just as she was about to dial, a call from her came in.

“Lizzie, check the news.”

Lizzie opened it to find a trending post about Adrienne and Ophelia rekindling their relationship.