My Second Lead Broke The Script
Language: en
I’d spent years writing this particular brand of heartbreak. I knew the tropes, the beats, the inevitable gut-punch of the third act. But I never expected to wake up inside the script, trapped in the silk sheets of the woman meant to lose it all. I was the "Gold Standard"—the girl he could never let go of. The one whose memory was so bright it cast a shadow over everyone else. In the industry, they call it the White Moonlight trope. In reality, it just meant I was the villainess waiting for my downfall. But as I looked across the room at the man who was now, legally and terrifyingly, my…