"Julia, I gotta go. You enjoy these ten gigolos." I shoved my phone in my bag and turned to leave without looking back.

Julia, a bit tipsy, asked, "What? You're leaving me?"

I grit my teeth, "Yeah, I'm saving my life!"

"You're saving my life?"

Just as I prepared to make a run for it, I glanced at Julia and felt pity.

I hoisted her onto my shoulder, ready to take her along.

"Where are we going?" Julia asked.

"Escaping together," I said, walking off.

I opened the door, and there he was, the man from the phone call.

Jack had a black trench coat, and his eyes were sharp. Those eyes were staring right at me. "Where are you running off to?" he asked, his voice deep.

I forced a smile, "Not running anywhere..."

Julia on my shoulder wouldn't stop, "Charlize, take me to play with more gigolos!"

I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Julia, if you want me dead, just say so.

Jack gave a peculiar smile, tilted his head, and said to his assistant, "Take Ms. Roberts home safely. I need to handle some household matters."

"Yes, sir," the assistant replied, taking the restless Julia away.

I blinked and said, "Dear husband..."

Without a word, Jack grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me out.

Great, I'm doomed.

Jack ushered me into his car without uttering a single word. We drove straight to the villa—our home.

To be honest, marrying Jack was purely accidental.

His family pressured him into marriage, and I was also facing marriage pressure. We bumped into each other, and with our mutual needs, we ended up getting married on a whim.

He was the Best Actor, so Jack's agent laid out a few conditions: first and foremost, no cheating. If I found someone more suitable, I could file for divorce. But we had to keep the marriage secret. The cherry on top was a monthly allowance of 500 thousand dollars.

I agreed without a second thought.

Now, as I was sitting in the car, the oppressive silence felt like the calm before the storm.

I had stepped into a minefield; Jack might think I had been unfaithful. The car pulled up to the villa, and I walked in under Jack's intense gaze.

Jack flopped onto the sofa and motioned for me to sit.

"Uh, Jack, let me explain…" I decided to admit my fault to save my skin.

Jack glanced at me and said calmly, "Go ahead."

"Julia was heartbroken and asked me to keep her company," I confessed, feeling cornered.

"And you ended up ordering ten gigolos," Jack added.

"No! She did that, not me!" I protested, my anxiety showing.

Jack continued, "I suppose that's a pity?"

"No! They're not as good-looking as you, and their voices are terrible. I'm not blind..." My survival instincts kicked in.

Jack's usually composed face seemed to flush with a hint of embarrassment.

He cleared his throat and said coolly, "Just as long as you understand."

Wait, why did he suddenly seem bashful?

Have I just dodged a bullet?

The next morning, Jack was already gone. I woke up to the buzzing of my phone, flooded with notifications from Twitter's trending topics.

Opening my phone, I was stunned.

[#Jack At The Bar#]

[#Jack Seen With A Woman#]

I immediately clicked on the first trending topic and saw photos of Jack at a bar last night, clearly taken by a paparazzo.

His face was fully visible, and the photos were exceptionally flattering.

No wonder he was the Best Actor.

The comments section was split, with half criticizing Jack.

One top comment read: [Is it possible that the woman Jack was with is his wife?]

The replies to this comment were mostly: [You're overthinking it.]

[No way.]

[Jack married? Seriously?]

I thought to myself, Actually, it could be true.

I clicked on another trending topic and found photos of me being dragged into the car by Jack. Thankfully, my face wasn't visible, but the pictures made it look like I was being arrested.

I closed Twitter and tried to call Jack.

But another trending topic popped up, making my heart race once more.

[#Jack Replies To Comments#]

[#Jack's Family Discipline#]

I clicked to find Jack's recent tweet: [My wife's family discipline isn't great, so I had to take her home for some correction.]

The comments went wild.

[Is this really you?] Jack replied: [Yes, it is.]

[Best Actor, you're married!?!] Jack replied: [Yes.]

The comments quickly shifted tone.

[Wow, Best Actor is so doting!]

[I'm in awe!]

I started to doubt whether it was really him posting.

What happens to our secret marriage!?

Terrified of being exposed as the woman in question, I shakily dialed Jack's number.

"What's going on..." I asked, my voice trembling.

"What's wrong?" Jack's voice was calm, "Is something the matter?"

How could I even dare to complain?