In fact, the comments were correct.
I was indeed dating Michael.
We had been childhood friends.
Our relationship had been going on for three years.
It was quite easy to find traces of our relationship from various clues.
There were indeed people who had put together detailed arguments questioning our relationship.
But these were dismissed by Michael and Yvonne’s fans as marketing hype from my company.
In the end, everyone just criticized me as an attention-seeking minor star.
My agent often grinned broadly and gave me a thumbs-up with an affectionate tone.
"Gwen, buying marketing hype is great! You know how to ride the wave of popularity! Even being a black sheep gets you noticed!
"Isn’t it better than being forgotten in a corner?
Whenever this happened, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
A minor star’s life mattered, too, okay?
My undercover relationship with the big movie star ended in the third year.
We broke up a month ago.
I moved to another building in the same gated community.
When we broke up, I said, “Give me Naughty back; he can’t live without his mom.”
Michael coldly replied, “No way, Naughty has to stay with Dad.”
Naughty was a corgi.
We got him two years ago.
He needed two walks a day, each lasting an hour.
He slept during the day and ran around at night.
He howled in his cage at six in the morning.
And he tore up the house and parkouring around.
Despite all that, Michael and I were still infatuated with Naughty.
After the breakup, to fight for custody of Naughty, Michael and I had countless arguments.
In the end, they all concluded in my failure.
Michael was such a jerk.
He kept sending me videos of Naughty cuddling him and munching on snacks.
He even added background music to the videos.
“Little doggie, my little doggie, super, super cute doggie…”
“Puppy, puppy, puppy, my lovely puppy…”
I was frustrated.
I admit I was really anxious about not having Naughty around.
Could the Earth keep spinning without my dog? The Earth could, but I couldn’t!
Without the smell of my little dog, I would go mad!
At that moment, a detailed dog-napping plan formed in my mind. I was desperate. I admit I couldn't bear not having my dog around. Could the world even spin without a little dog? Could it really function without one? I would go insane without my little dog!