Tristan Grayson was no fool. The moment he heard Mika Summers speak, he understood everything.
So, she hadn't come here today to inspect the set or see her favorite actor. She had come specifically for this very moment.
"I have no objections. We'll do whatever President Summers says."
Mika Summers's expression faltered for a moment, a flash of surprise in her eyes. Then, she turned away so she was no longer looking at Tristan Grayson. The hands hanging at her sides clenched into tight fists. "In that case, Director Miller," she said coldly, "let's begin."
"Tristan, come with me."
Watching Tristan Grayson leave with the director, Mika Summers's clenched fists slowly relaxed. She was suddenly overcome with a weariness so profound that she no longer wanted to stay.
She had thought that by coming today, she would humiliate him mercilessly.
During their three years of marriage, the label "substitute" was his way of humiliating her. It was the source of her torment.
