"I do."

I thought for a moment before answering, "When I was twenty-one, I was caught in a contract dispute that nearly ended my career.

“He stepped in, turned everything around, and paid a hefty settlement to get me out of it. That was the most touching thing he ever did for me."

The director nodded thoughtfully. "It seems Mr. Sinclair is the kind of man who helps without seeking credit."

Hector smiled lightly and waved it off. "Suzy is a talented actress. She was young and inexperienced when she ran into trouble. I had the means to help, so I did. It wasn’t a big deal."

"Second question—what do you think you’ve given each other over the years?"

The director turned to me. "Ms. Suzy, you go first this time."

I said nothing.

Silence stretched as I sat there, lost in thought.

Hector let out an easy laugh. "She’s slow to respond, so I’ll go first.

“To put it bluntly, what I’ve given Suzy is worth tens of millions. She doesn’t have a high level of education and started working at a young age, so she lacks certain insights and depth.

“I’m five years older than her, with more experience and a broader perspective. The mistakes I’ve made, she doesn’t have to.

“Whenever I have time, I guide her, offering advice so she can better understand the deeper aspects of life and the unspoken rules of society.

"Honestly, I envy her sometimes. If I had someone like that by my side at her age, I’d consider myself incredibly lucky."

The director fell silent for a few seconds before turning back to me. "Ms. Suzy?"

I answered calmly, "Nothing."

The director raised a brow, clearly skeptical.

"You’ve known each other for six years and been married for four, and you mean to say there’s nothing at all?"

"That’s right. There’s nothing," I repeated evenly.

Hector's brows furrowed slightly.

For a moment, the room was steeped in awkward silence.

The director glanced at me, then at him.

"Then let's move on to the third question. Over the past few years, what’s your biggest regret?"

Hector cleared his throat before answering slowly, "My biggest regret would be spending too much time and energy on work these past two years, leaving too little for Suzy."

He turned to me, his gaze soft and warm. "There’s no real conflict between us, no fundamental issue. The only problem is that I’ve been too busy.

“But I’ve realized that now, which is why I agreed to do this show.

“Suzy, don’t act on impulse. Whatever problems we have, we can work through them. We’re nowhere near the point of divorce."

I didn’t respond.

Staring straight into the camera, I spoke flatly, "If I had to name my biggest regret… it would be kneeling before him."

The director, cameraman, and lighting crew—every single one of them froze, eyes widening in shock.

Hector’s expression darkened instantly.

"Suzy, you’ve forgotten the golden rule: the more you say, the more mistakes you make," he said in a low voice.

"If you keep being this stubborn, there’s no point in continuing this show."

The director blinked rapidly before forcing a smile, trying to ease the tension.

"Let’s put that question on hold and move on to the last one, shall we?"

I let out the faintest sigh. "Fine."

In an instant, Hector’s expression returned to normal, composed and elegant as ever.

He smiled and nodded. "Please continue."

"Final question. I need both of you to answer at the same time—do you still love each other?"

The director’s sharp gaze landed on us.

"Of course, I do."

"I don’t."