Chapter 1

Chapter 1

[1]

After breaking up with the famous actor, I decided to go diving and ended up being sprayed with ink by a giant octopus. In that instant, something extraordinary happened-the octopus's genes somehow merged with mine.

This creature has nine brains, eight tentacles, and three hearts. Suddenly, my intelligence soared, and the part of me that had been obsessed with love for years was replaced by a new, career-focused mindset. For the first time, I could clearly see who genuinely cared for me and who was just pretending.

I fired my two-faced manager and took control of everything myself. When arguing with online commenters, I could handle a hundred trolls on my own. Later, the famous actor called me again:

"You reply to online commenters quickly, but why can't you see my messages?"

I sincerely replied:

"Sorry, I've outgrown you intellectually."

[2]

1. My relationship with Blaine, the movie star, ended as soon as it went public.

The tabloids made it sound so sweet:

"Blaine gently caressed Izabella's back as he helped her into the car. So romantic!"

In reality, Blaine was forcefully shoving me into the car.

"They said Izabella looked at Blaine with such pitiful eyes, her big eyes filled with admiration for the movie star."

In reality, I was crying because Blaine had made me so angry.

"Look at this picture, everyone! The movie star is saying something to Izabella. Could it be a confession?"

Me: "..."

Actually, in that photo, Blaine was yelling at me, telling me to get lost.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

The trending topic stayed at the top of social media for an entire day.

Seeing the nonsense from the tabloids and various gossip sites made me so angry that I didn't eat for a whole day.

But in truth, I was a complete doormat. A whole day passed, and I didn't dare to clarify anything.

However, while I was soft, Blaine was the complete opposite.

The next morning, just as the buzz was starting to die down, Blaine suddenly posted on Twitter:

Blaine: "Not familiar with Izabella. Stop clinging."

In an instant, social media seemed to explode.

My comment section and private messages were flooded with Blaine's fans attacking me.

"Seriously, girl, what do you mean by staying silent?"

"He's got the looks, the talent, and the fame. Hilarious."

"Blaine already said it, stop clinging. Never seen someone so shameless."

"..."

Seeing the abusive comments in the comment section and the filthy language in my private messages, I mustered up the courage to call Blaine.

It took five calls before he answered, sounding impatient:

"What do you want?"

My voice was choked with tears:

"Can you delete the tweet? We were together after all. Saying that, what am I supposed to do?"

Blaine was silent for a moment, then he let out a low chuckle, his voice deep:

"Crying?"

I felt utterly humiliated and helpless.

I was a complete coward and a hopeless romantic.

Facing Blaine, I always felt inferior.

He was a movie star, with far superior acting skills and commercial value compared to me.

Being with him was me reaching for the stars.

I sniffled, mustering all my courage.

This time, I had to be brave.

After a long pause, I tightly gripped my phone and slowly said:

"Please, I'm begging you, take it down."