He turned to Austin, his tone sharp and defensive. “Mr. Brooks, Lily Rose is a liar. She’s done every kind of scene imaginable—why would she be scared of a little fire? She even pretended to have a fever earlier, just to get out of shooting. I caught her red-handed.”
I never thought that the most painful wound would come from the man I had loved for two years. His love and care had once felt so real, yet now, for Nora’s sake, he cut me deeper and deeper without hesitation.
Austin glanced at me, his face darkening at the sorrow etched into mine. “Everyone present will participate in the fire scene,” he declared coldly. “One hundred takes. Not one less.”
