Danger ⚠️

It has been two weeks since Ling left for Hollywood. Orm stared at the ceiling of her trailer, the glow of her phone screen illuminating the dark space. It was nearly 2 a.m. in Bangkok, and exhaustion weighed heavy on her bones. Today had been brutal—an entire day of action sequences, multiple takes under the scorching sun, and Jason Liu being his usual arrogant self. But none of that compared to the ache in her chest.

Her thumb hovered over Ling’s name. 11 missed messages.

The last one was only an hour ago. She slept right back from the setting and forgot to call her wife.

Ling:Are you still awake?
Ling:Baby?
Ling:I guess you’re busy. Good night. Call you later

Orm closed her eyes, guilt pooling in her stomach. She had promised to call after wrapping up today’s shoot, but by the time she finally sat down, her body had given in to exhaustion, pulling her into a deep, dreamless sleep. And now? Now, Ling was already starting her day in L.A.

She quickly typed out a response.

Orm:Baby, I’m so sorry. I passed out after shooting. I miss you so much.

A few minutes passed. No reply. She debated calling but knew that Ling was probably on set, or in a meeting, or too upset to pick up.

She exhaled, rolling onto her side, staring at the tiny picture of Ling in her phone contacts—her wife, her love, thousands of miles away.

This distance was suffocating.

They had promised they would make it work. They had promised to text every day, to call whenever they could, to make time. But reality had different plans. The time zones didn’t care about their love. The endless demands of their careers didn’t pause for their marriage.

Orm tried to shake off the frustration, but it only built up more when she scrolled through social media.

A new article flashed on her screen:

“Eclipsed Fate Sparks Chemistry Rumors: Jason Liu and Orm Kornnaphat’s Sizzling On-Screen Connection.”

She groaned. Seriously?

The worst part? The photo attached to the article.

Jason had been too close, leaning into her space between takes, whispering something that had made Orm roll her eyes at the time. But from the way the photo was captured? It looked like flirting.

Her heart clenched. Did Ling see this?

She quickly went to their chat, but Ling still hadn’t replied.

Orm swallowed hard, staring at the screen until her eyes burned.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to feel.

On the other end of the globe, Ling adjusted the collar of her designer suit, the lights of the Los Angeles event venue glittering around her. Tonight was supposed to be exciting—her first major Hollywood gala, filled with A-listers, powerful directors, and the kind of people who could shape her future.

But her mind was elsewhere. Specifically, on her phone. On Orm. On the fact that she hadn’t called last night like she had promised.

On the photo that had surfaced online. Jason Liu. Leaning too damn close to her wife.

Her jaw clenched as she shoved her phone into her clutch. She shouldn’t be upset—it was just one missed call. And the photo? It was probably nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing to her. Because she knew Jason.

Because if Orm had seen a photo of her and some Hollywood actor or model looking that close, she’d be on the next flight to L.A.

Ling forced a smile as she walked through the entrance, photographers calling her name, cameras flashing. She posed effortlessly, exuding confidence, but inside? She felt far from it.

By the time she was inside the ballroom, her nerves had settled into a quiet irritation. The music was elegant, the champagne endless, and the conversations filled with promises of future projects.

But then—

“Ling Kwong?”

A smooth voice pulled her attention, and when she turned, her polite smile froze.

Adam Steele.

One of the biggest Hollywood directors. Known for his blockbusters, his sharp eye for talent—and his reputation with women.

Ling shook his extended hand. “Mr. Steele, it’s an honor.”

“Please,” he smirked, “call me Adam.”

She expected polite small talk, career-focused questions. Instead, his gaze lingered, assessing, which made her uncomfortable.

“I have to say, you’re even more stunning in person,” he said, his tone dripping with charm. “No wonder Dior is so eager to put you in front of the camera.”

Ling’s stomach twisted. She knew this type.

“I appreciate that,” she said smoothly, stepping back just slightly.

Adam wasn’t deterred. “I’ve seen your work, Ling. You have that… star quality. Hollywood needs more of that.”

She nodded, professional. “That’s very kind of you.”

“Actually,” he continued, “I’m developing a new project. And I think you’d be perfect for it.”

Ling raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Something global. Think Gone Girl meets The Devil Wears Prada—mystery, fashion, power. I’d love to set up a meeting. Maybe dinner?”

There it was. The trap.

Ling kept her smile polite but distant.

“I’d love to hear more,” she said, voice cool. “I’ll have my manager arrange a meeting. A professional one.”

Adam’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, but then he chuckled, raising his hands in surrender.

“Of course,” he said smoothly. “I’ll be in touch.”

Ling exhaled the moment he walked away.

Her phone vibrated.

She grabbed it instantly—hoping, praying it was Orm.

It wasn’t. It was a news alert.

A new article.

“Jason Liu Speaks on Working with Orm Kornnaphat: ‘She’s Got That Special Energy. I Can’t Wait for the World to See Our Chemistry. We’re perfect together’”

Ling’s fingers clenched around her phone. That’s it. She stormed out onto the terrace, dialing Orm’s number.

It rang. And rang. And rang. Straight to voicemail. Her chest ached. She wanted to scream.

Instead, she whispered, “Baby, where are you?” before hanging up.

And for the first time since leaving for Hollywood—

She wondered if they were strong enough to survive this distance.

The next morning, Ling sat in the corner of a sleek Hollywood café, sipping on a matcha latte as she listened to Ruby Rose, her model partner, animatedly talk about the upcoming documentary.

“I’m telling you, Ling, this project is gonna be massive,” Ruby said, pushing her short hair back. “Dior picked the perfect face for it—you’re a global icon now. You’re perfect for them”

Ling chuckled. “I wouldn’t go that far. But thanks Ruby”

Ruby leaned in, smirking. “You’re too humble. But let’s be real. This is your Hollywood moment. And not to throw myself flowers, but you’re lucky to be with me” she winks at her

Ling smiled, appreciating Ruby’s energy. They had grown close fast. Maybe it was because Ruby was the only one who truly understood the weight of being in a constant media storm. She had seen Ling struggle—with the demanding schedule, the cultural differences, and most of all, the distance from Orm. And her being one of the first lesbian to go out in the industry, she knew how the media could be a real pressure and twist everything in their advantage.

Ling hadn’t told Ruby everything, but she didn’t need to. It was obvious.

“You talk about her all the time,” Ruby pointed out, taking a sip of her drink.

Ling sighed. “She’s my wife. Of course, I do.”

Ruby’s expression softened. “You miss her, huh?”

Ling exhaled. “So much it hurts.”

They had been apart for three weeks, yet it felt like months. The time zones, the missed calls, the exhaustion—it was all starting to take its toll.

Orm had been busier than ever with Eclipsed Fate. The late-night shoots, the early-morning rehearsals—it meant more canceled calls, more unanswered messages. Ling understood, but understanding didn’t make it any easier.

And then, there were the articles. Every other day, a new headline about Orm and Jason Liu.

She wasn’t worried—Orm had been clear from the start. Jason was a problem, and she shut him down immediately. But that didn’t stop the media from twisting the story.

“Hey,” Ruby nudged her. “Don’t let the tabloids get in your head. You and Orm? You guys are solid. Damn even in America we were all in, Lingorm forever”

Ling forced a small smile. “Yeah. Thanks Ruby, it means a lot”

But deep down, the unease didn’t fade.

Bangkok 

Orm slammed the car door shut as Mae Koy slid into the passenger seat beside her.

“That man,” Orm muttered, running a hand through her hair. “Is a fucking nightmare.”

Mae Koy sighed, adjusting her designer sunglasses. “Jason again?”

Orm let out a humorless laugh. “Again. And again. And again. I don’t know what part of ‘I’m married and not interested’ he doesn’t understand.”

Jason Liu had quickly become the worst part of this entire movie.

From subtle touches on set to whispering things in her ear when he thought no one was looking—he was relentless.

At first, Orm had been polite. Then, she had been firm.

Now? Now she was ready to punch him in the face.

Mae Koy crossed her arms. “What did he do today?”

Orm exhaled sharply. “Same shit. Called me ‘baby’ in front of the crew. Asked if I was ‘really happy’ in my marriage. And the worst part? The media is eating it up.”

Mae Koy’s expression darkened. “This needs to stop.”

Orm clenched her jaw. “I know. I tried. But the man doesn’t hear ‘no.’”

Then came the final straw. As they were about to leave set, Jason cornered Orm by her trailer.

“I don’t get it, Orm,” he said smoothly, blocking her way. “You’re wasting all this energy hating me when we could have so much fun.”

Orm’s entire body stiffened.

“Jason, I swear to—”

“Orm,” a sharp voice cut through the tension.

Mae Koy.

She had seen everything.

She walked straight up to them, standing between Jason and Orm like a shield.

“Jason, you need to step back,” Mae Koy said, her voice calm but deadly.

Jason smirked but took a half step back. “Relax, Mae. We were just talking.”

“No,” Mae corrected. “You were harassing my daughter.”

Orm felt a rush of gratitude—but also frustration. Because the moment Mae stepped in, the media cameras snapped a picture.

And that’s when the damage was done.

Hollywood 

Ling rubbed her tired eyes, blindly reaching for her phone on the nightstand. 5:42 AM.

A dozen notifications bombarded her screen.She clicked the first one.

Trending in Thailand:Orm Kornnaphat & Jason Liu – New Couple? Is Lingling in the past?

Ling sat up so fast the sheets pooled around her waist.

Her eyes scanned the headline.

Then the photo.

Orm. Jason. Mae Koy stepping between them.

The way the angle was taken—it looked like Jason was staring at Orm with admiration. It looked suggestive. Like something Ling didn’t want to believe.

Her stomach twisted. Ling knew her wife. She trusted Orm. But the internet didn’t.

The comments were brutal. Which made Ling’s heart ache.

“Jason Liu and Orm Kornnaphat?? This is giving enemies-to-lovers energy.”
“Didn’t Orm just get married? 👀” 

“Poor Ling.. Being cheated on by her wife. Fuck you Orm”
“Why does Jason look at Orm like that?? I smell drama.”

Ling’s fingers curled into a fist around her phone.

She inhaled deeply. Exhaled slowly.

She would not jump to conclusions. Orm would explain everything.

Still—she felt sick. Before she could text Orm, her phone rang.

Mae Koy.

Ling picked up immediately. “Mae—”

“Ling, before you see the articles, I want to clarify something,” Mae Koy’s voice was sharp.

Ling clenched her jaw. “Too late. I already saw them.”

Mae Koy sighed. “You know how the media works. They took a split-second moment and turned it into a scandal. Jason was being inappropriate. I intervened. That’s all.”

Ling shut her eyes. “Orm didn’t tell me Jason was still bothering her.”

“Because she didn’t want to stress you out,” Mae admitted. “But trust me, she hates that man.”

Ling swallowed, logic warring with emotion.

“I trust Orm,” she whispered. “But… I hate seeing this. I’m far away and I want to be here for her”

Mae Koy softened. “I know, love. But don’t let this come between you two.”

Ling nodded, heart heavy. “Thanks, Mae.”

She hung up, exhaling slowly.

Her fingers hovered over Orm’s name.

But before she could call—

Her phone buzzed again.

A new message.

Orm:Baby, please don’t believe the news. I love you, and I need to talk to you. 

Ling stared at the screen.

She knew her wife. She knew this was media manipulation. But she wanted to smack that smug smile on Jason’s face, she‘ll be back in Bangkok for her 2 weeks break in three weeks and she is going to kill him. 

But damn it—she was tired.

Tired of the distance.
Tired of the rumors.
Tired of missing Orm like a physical ache.

And for the first time, she questioned if they were strong enough to handle this. She didn’t wait another second and called her wife, who answered right away

Ling: So apparently you’ve replaced me already, states Ling with a hint of ruler, she’ll never believe something from the media, she knew too much how dangerous it was to listen to them.

Orm: This is not funny, babe, I was so angry when I saw this on social media, confesses Orm with a little voice

Ling: I know baby, I can’t say it was ok for me the first time I saw it but I know how media can twist things so don’t worry, I know you still love me

Orm: Well, I’m glad to hear this love, because if there is one thing true, it is that I despise Jason and of course they omitted that information. Of course I love my wife

Ling:  Is it that bad? You know that I can come back baby, I don’t want you to __

Orm: My love, it’s okay don’t worry about me, you have a job to do too. He’s a good actor, I can’t take that away from him but he can be a true pain in the ass sometimes

Ling: Did he try something on you? Because if he did, he’s dead when I come back__

Orm: No baby, don’t worry, Mae helps too she can see how a dickhead he can be sometimes 

Ling: That does not reassure me the slightlest baby

Orm: I know love but just trust me ok? I have to go now baby

Ling: Ok my love, I love you

Orm: Love you too wifey

____

Orm sat hunched over in her trailer, her hands running through her damp hair, muscles aching from the day’s filming. The exhaustion wasn’t just from the physically demanding scenes—it was from him. Jason Liu.

Orm had tried to be patient. She had tried ignoring him, shutting him down, even keeping a polite distance, but Jason Liu operated on arrogance and persistence.

Tonight had been the final straw.

During a scene, he had purposely messed up his lines three times, just to prolong their close-up together. Every single time, his hand would linger too long on her waist, his breath entirely too close to her ear.

And when the director finally called cut, he had leaned in and said, “Maybe we should grab a drink after this. Help us with our ‘on-screen chemistry,’ don’t you think?”

Orm had yanked herself away so fast it was borderline unprofessional.

Her voice was ice. “Jason. Back off.”

Jason had only smirked. “Aw, come on, Orm. Don’t be so cold. I know you feel the tension, too.”

Her fists clenched. “The only tension I feel is the urge to kick your ass.”

And then, before she could completely lose it, Mae Koy had stepped in.

She had walked straight up to Jason, exuding a calm, collected menace. “Jason. Do you really want me to step in as Orm’s mother right now? Or would you rather pretend this conversation never happened?”

Jason’s face twitched for half a second. Then, with a roll of his eyes, he held up his hands in surrender. “Relax. It’s all in good fun.”

“Orm’s married,” Mae Koy reminded him sharply. “And you’re being disrespectful.”

Jason laughed. “To who? The wife who’s too far away to notice?”

And that?

That had been it.

Orm had lunged forward, ready to swing—except Mae Koy’s hand was already on her shoulder, pulling her back.

“Don’t,” Mae Koy warned, her grip firm. “He’s not worth it.”

But the cameras had already snapped.

Behind-the-scenes footage was taken.
The media had its moment.

A picture of Jason smirking down at Orm while Mae Koy stood between them.

And Orm already knew— the second that photo hit the internet, Ling would see it.  And she was sick of this situation, it was starting to be too much.

And the worst part? Even if Ling trusts her with her own life, she knows it would hurt her.

Hollywood,  Next Morning

Ling barely registered the sound of Ruby’s voice as she sat in their shared trailer.

The morning sun filtered through the Hollywood skyline, warm against her skin—but nothing felt warm about the way her heart twisted in her chest.

Because the first thing she saw when she opened her phone?

Orm. Jason. Mae Koy stepping between them.

And the headline:
“Behind-the-Scenes Drama? Jason Liu & Orm Kornnaphat Caught in Tense Exchange.”

Ling’s jaw clenched. She knew better than to believe the media. But she knew this was partly true since how much Orm hates him. She knew Orm. But knowing didn’t erase the jealousy simmering in her gut. The distance and ache were playing on her mind.

Orm hadn’t even told her Jason was still pushing. Hadn’t mentioned just how bad it had gotten. She hated to be kept in the dark regarding her wife’s wellbeing.

Instead? Instead, Ling was left to wake up in a foreign country, miles away, and see another man’s name attached to her wife. And worst part? Each time they mentioned Orm in the media, the Kwong name was left on the side, when Orm’s name now was: Orm Kornnaphat-Kwong.

“Ling?” Ruby’s voice cut through her spiral. “Hon, you okay?”

Ling inhaled sharply, forcing herself to breathe. “I’m fine Rubs don’t worry.”

Ruby raised an eyebrow. “You sure? ‘Cause that phone grip says otherwise.”

Ling loosened her fingers, barely.

Ruby sighed, scooting closer on the couch. “Is this about Orm?”

Ling glanced at her, reluctant. But Ruby had been the only one keeping her sane lately.

So she swallowed hard and nodded.

Ruby sighed. “I saw the articles. It’s all over Twitter.”

Ling closed her eyes briefly. Of course it was.

“Look, I don’t know Jason personally, but I know his type,” Ruby continued. “Cocky, thinks he can get what he wants, and doesn’t care if it’s inconvenient for other people.”

Ling gritted her teeth. “Exactly. Got the chracter right”

Ruby smirked slightly. “You know what this means, right?”

Ling frowned. “What?”

“You have two choices,” Ruby said, crossing her arms. “You either sit here and stew in your feelings, or—”

Ling exhaled, already knowing where this was going. “Or?”

Ruby grinned.

“You remind him who Orm belongs to.”

Ling’s lips curled slightly, and for the first time that morning—she felt like she could breathe.

The moment Orm saw Ling’s name flash on her phone screen, she didn’t hesitate.

She answered in less than a second.

“Baby—”

“Orm.”

Ling’s voice was calm. Too calm.

Orm sat up straighter. “I know what you’re calling about.”

Ling raised an eyebrow. “Oh, do you?”

Orm exhaled. “I swear, it’s not what it looks like.”

Ling tilted her head. “Then tell me what it is.”

Orm ran a hand through her hair. “Jason was pushing his luck. Again. Mae stepped in before I could do something stupid. End of story.”

Ling studied her for a long moment.

Orm hated this.

Hated that she couldn’t just pull Ling into her arms and make this go away.

“Why didn’t you tell me he was still bothering you? You told me you were handling this” Ling asked quietly.

Orm sighed. “I didn’t want you to worry.”

Ling’s eyes narrowed. “I worry when you don’t tell me things, Orm.  And even more when I’m on the other side of the globe”

Guilt tightened in Orm’s chest. “I know. I should’ve said something. I’m sorry baby”

Ling exhaled slowly. “And you should know that waking up to see my wife’s name trending with another man isn’t exactly my ideal start to the day.”

Orm winced. “Baby, I hate this as much as you do.”

Ling studied her for another beat before sighing. “I know. And I know the media twists everything.”

Orm hesitated. “Are you… okay?”

Ling leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. “I will be. But I think Jason needs to be put in his place.”

Orm smirked slightly. “Oh, don’t worry. That’s coming.”

Ling’s lips curled. “Good.”

A small silence fell between them—this one softer.

Then, Orm said quietly, “I miss you.”

Ling’s face softened instantly.

“I miss you too, baby,” she murmured. “So much.”

Orm swallowed hard. “This sucks.”

Ling chuckled. “Yeah, it really does.”

A pause.

Then—

“I’ll be there in 10 days” Ling whispered.

Orm blinked. “What?”

Ling exhaled. “Just for a week but I need to see you, I need to be here with you.”

Orm’s heart clenched.

She wanted that so badly.

“I’ll pick you up from the airport, my love” Orm promised.

Ling smiled, a little tired but full of love. “I’d like that.”

Orm sighed in relief.

And just like that, they weren’t fighting anymore.

The distance was still there.

But so was their love.

And that? That was stronger than anything.

____

Orm sat in her dressing room, still in her period costume, hair slightly damp from the evening’s final action sequence. The day had been long—too long—and all she wanted was to shower, FaceTime her wife, and pretend the world didn’t exist for a few hours.

As she stretched, her phone buzzed on the table beside her. She grabbed it without thinking, expecting it to be Ling’s message or Mae Koy’s usual schedule updates. But when she saw the headline staring back at her from a trending notification, her stomach twisted.

“Dior’s New Global Campaign: Ling Kwong and Ruby Rose Heat Up Hollywood”

Orm’s brows furrowed immediately. What?

She clicked the link, and suddenly her screen was filled with her wife.

Ling, looking every bit like the goddess Orm knew she was, dressed in stunning, dangerously tailored Dior pieces. Dark suits, silken dresses, lace corsets. The entire campaign screamed power, sensuality, untouchable beauty.

And then, she saw it.

Orm’s breath hitched, fingers tightening around her phone. The pictures. Her wife. With another woman. Not just any woman. Ruby. Fucking. Rose. Everybody in the world knows that woman, and how beautiful she is.é

In one photo, Ling was standing perfectly poised, an ice queen in a black lace bodysuit, while Ruby—dressed in a sleek three-piece suit—stood behind her, hands possessively gripping her waist.

In another, Ling leaned against Ruby’s chest, eyes half-lidded, lips slightly parted.

And the worst one?

Ling. Sitting. On. Ruby’s. Damn. Lap.

It wasn’t just suggestive. It wasn’t just art. It was worst.

It was personal.

Orm’s jaw clenched so tight, she thought her teeth might crack.

She knew this pose. She knew this kind of chemistry.

Because this was how she and Ling used to model together.

This was their thing.

And now? It was out there for the whole world to see—with someone else.

A slow, simmering jealousy spread through Orm’s chest, burning and unwelcome.

She knew Ling was an international model now, everybody wanted her. She knew how these photoshoots worked. But this? This felt different.

This wasn’t just any other model. This was Ruby. The walking lesbian heartthrob who had every woman swooning at her feet. The one who had become way too close to Ling recently.

Orm’s stomach twisted, a sharp, ugly feeling gnawing at her insides.

Was this why Ling hadn’t been calling as much lately?

She hated that thought. Hated that her own insecurities were surfacing. But god, she wasn’t blind.

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to take a deep breath.

“Relax, Orm. It’s just a photoshoot. It’s just work.”

But then she saw the social media comments.

"Ling and Ruby have insane chemistry. Are they the new power couple of Hollywood???"
"No offense to Orm, but this photoshoot just proved that Ling and Ruby look HOT together."
"The way Ruby is holding Ling?? I'm weak. This is art."
"So… uh, does Orm need to be worried?"

Orm needed to talk to Ling. Now.

Without thinking, she hit FaceTime, her leg bouncing impatiently as the call rang.

One ring.
Two rings.
Three—

Ling’s face popped up on the screen, smiling instantly when she saw Orm.

“Baby!” Ling greeted, clearly happy to see her. She looked gorgeous, fresh-faced despite the long hours she must’ve had. “I was just about to call you! How was your day my beautiful wife?”

Orm ignored the question entirely.

She tilted her screen slightly, holding up her phone to show Ling the picture.

“So, wifey… when exactly did Ruby Rose become your personal chair?”

Ling blinked, caught off guard. Then, she groaned, rubbing her face.

“Oh, no… not you too,” she muttered under her breath.

Orm raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So I’m not the first one asking?”

Ling sighed, already looking a little guilty. “Orm, baby. It’s a photoshoot. You know that.”

Orm crossed her arms. “Yeah, I do. What I don’t know is why you had to sit on her damn lap. And since when did she become your on-screen partner?”

Ling laughed. That did not help Orm’s mood.

“You’re being dramatic,” Ling teased, but there was a warmth in her voice, like she found her wife’s jealousy cute. “It’s just branding. They wanted to play with contrasts—masculine and feminine, power dynamics—”

Orm leaned forward, voice dangerously low. “Ohhh, so you’re telling me that sitting in Ruby Rose’s lap was a ‘power dynamic’?”

Ling tried so hard not to laugh, but she failed. “Baby, come on. You’re making it sound worse than it is. I don’t care about Ruby”

Orm’s jaw tightened. “Is it worse? Or does the entire world now think my wife and Ruby Rose are about to have their own lesbian movie together?”

Ling sighed. “Orm…”

Orm ran a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply. “You know what? It’s fine. It’s just a photoshoot. I trust you. I do. Sorry”

Ling softened immediately. “Baby… come on. You know you’re the only one for me.”

Orm huffed, still pouting. “I know. But still. You’re mine. And I din’t want you in the lap of any woman except my lap”

Ling grinned. “Yours, huh?”

Orm glared. “You know damn well you are.”

Ling smirked, voice dropping an octave. “Then stop looking so jealous, wifey. Ruby literally told me that if I wasn’t so disgustingly in love with you, she’d totally try to steal me.”

Orm’s eyes narrowed. “That does not help. At all.”

Ling laughed, completely enjoying how possessive Orm was being. “Relax, love. I love you, okay? No one could ever take me away from you.”

Orm sighed, finally starting to let the jealousy fade. “I know, baby. I just… hate being so far away.”

Ling’s face softened. “I know, love. I miss you so much.”

Orm pressed her fingers to her lips, then to the screen. “Just… no more lap-sitting. Okay?”

Ling smirked. “Okay, but only if you stop letting Jason breathe within a three-meter radius of you.”

Orm groaned. “Ugh, don’t even bring him up.”

Ling chuckled, shaking her head. “Fine. Deal?”

Orm grumbled. “Deal.”

Ling smiled. “I love you, my jealous wife.”

Orm softened completely. “I love you more, my Hollywood star.”

As their call ended, Orm felt better—but not completely.

Because even though Ling had reassured her, even though she knew her wife was hers and only hers… Orm still had to deal with Jason Liu. And that? Was about to be an even bigger problem for her, but will he be the only one?