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Lauren and I were deep in editing our video and pitching deals when Jessica hit the trending page again.
This time for ripping off a music producer—@DJ Anton.
He wasn't some A-lister, didn't have her fanbase, but damn he had fire.
Right out the gate, he called her out and threatened to sue.
Naturally, I went digging.
And in Anton's screenshots?
Boom—Ryan's name showed up.
He'd jumped into crisis mode the second Jessica screwed up.
Hired PR, offered hush money, tried to buy Anton off.
All this went down two nights ago.
At two-freakin'-thirty in the morning, Ryan was out here putting out fires… for her.
Years ago, when I was still his fiancée—at least on paper—I went through my own media hell.
Right after my dad passed and the Dawson Corp was circling the drain,
hashtags like #DawsonHeiressCheatingAndOnDrugs were trending for days.
I couldn't sleep. I kept trying to clear my name.
I figured—if Ryan said something, people might believe me.
So I called him.
He picked up, listened, then said cold as hell,
"So what? A little trash talk online won't kill you. Stop being so dramatic."
Turns out Jessica's new single had flopped and she was drinking herself into a mess every night.
And Ryan?
Was playing doting boyfriend 24/7.
You see, love or no love—it's always that obvious.
After binging the drama, Lauren took me to the hospital for a follow-up.
And guess who got rolled into the same hospital?
Ryan's mom—massive heart attack.
She came to and called me in to talk.
Now, I've always respected her.
She watched me grow up.
But I didn't expect her to ask me to get back with Ryan.
"Melanie," she said, her voice tired, "that dumb boy finally knows who's worth it. Jessica's been a damn disaster."
I just shook my head.
"Ma'am, we were a mistake from the start. There's nothing to ‘get back to.'"
"I've got my own life now. I work hard. I'm happy."
And right as I turned around to leave, there he was—
Ryan, standing at the door, eyes red, jaw clenched, radiating something like... regret?
I had no clue what the hell he was feeling sorry for.
"Melanie," he said, pulling the door shut behind him.
"Stop being stubborn. You really won't even consider giving us another shot?"
I didn't even hesitate.
"No."
His tone dropped, softer now.
"I thought… after everything, after you went through all that alone… I thought you'd eventually come back."
Right then I knew—he never believed I could make it on my own.
To him, I was a leech. Dead weight.
A stray who'd eventually crawl back.
I stepped past him fast, but I'd just had blood drawn and got dizzy.
Nearly collapsed.
His arm shot out—caught me.
I flinched and shoved him off.
And of course, cue the drama—
Jessica stormed in wearing six-inch heels and a face full of rage.
Saw us. Snapped.
She swung her designer handbag straight at my head.
Ryan lost it.
"Are you out of your damn mind?" he barked, shoving her away.
Jessica shrieked,
"Out of my mind?"
"Ryan, you're in here getting cozy with your ex—what the hell am I supposed to think?! What, are you two getting back together now?!"
Ryan's voice turned ice cold.
"And what gives you the right to question me?"
I bolted.
Didn't need to hear another second.
Behind me, Jessica was still screaming,
"Melanie! You can't just haunt me forever! I swear, I'll make you pay!"
This time for ripping off a music producer—@DJ Anton.
He wasn't some A-lister, didn't have her fanbase, but damn he had fire.
Right out the gate, he called her out and threatened to sue.
Naturally, I went digging.
And in Anton's screenshots?
Boom—Ryan's name showed up.
He'd jumped into crisis mode the second Jessica screwed up.
Hired PR, offered hush money, tried to buy Anton off.
All this went down two nights ago.
At two-freakin'-thirty in the morning, Ryan was out here putting out fires… for her.
Years ago, when I was still his fiancée—at least on paper—I went through my own media hell.
Right after my dad passed and the Dawson Corp was circling the drain,
hashtags like #DawsonHeiressCheatingAndOnDrugs were trending for days.
I couldn't sleep. I kept trying to clear my name.
I figured—if Ryan said something, people might believe me.
So I called him.
He picked up, listened, then said cold as hell,
"So what? A little trash talk online won't kill you. Stop being so dramatic."
Turns out Jessica's new single had flopped and she was drinking herself into a mess every night.
And Ryan?
Was playing doting boyfriend 24/7.
You see, love or no love—it's always that obvious.
After binging the drama, Lauren took me to the hospital for a follow-up.
And guess who got rolled into the same hospital?
Ryan's mom—massive heart attack.
She came to and called me in to talk.
Now, I've always respected her.
She watched me grow up.
But I didn't expect her to ask me to get back with Ryan.
"Melanie," she said, her voice tired, "that dumb boy finally knows who's worth it. Jessica's been a damn disaster."
I just shook my head.
"Ma'am, we were a mistake from the start. There's nothing to ‘get back to.'"
"I've got my own life now. I work hard. I'm happy."
And right as I turned around to leave, there he was—
Ryan, standing at the door, eyes red, jaw clenched, radiating something like... regret?
I had no clue what the hell he was feeling sorry for.
"Melanie," he said, pulling the door shut behind him.
"Stop being stubborn. You really won't even consider giving us another shot?"
I didn't even hesitate.
"No."
His tone dropped, softer now.
"I thought… after everything, after you went through all that alone… I thought you'd eventually come back."
Right then I knew—he never believed I could make it on my own.
To him, I was a leech. Dead weight.
A stray who'd eventually crawl back.
I stepped past him fast, but I'd just had blood drawn and got dizzy.
Nearly collapsed.
His arm shot out—caught me.
I flinched and shoved him off.
And of course, cue the drama—
Jessica stormed in wearing six-inch heels and a face full of rage.
Saw us. Snapped.
She swung her designer handbag straight at my head.
Ryan lost it.
"Are you out of your damn mind?" he barked, shoving her away.
Jessica shrieked,
"Out of my mind?"
"Ryan, you're in here getting cozy with your ex—what the hell am I supposed to think?! What, are you two getting back together now?!"
Ryan's voice turned ice cold.
"And what gives you the right to question me?"
I bolted.
Didn't need to hear another second.
Behind me, Jessica was still screaming,
"Melanie! You can't just haunt me forever! I swear, I'll make you pay!"
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