登入CHAPTER 25: THE NIGHT BEFOREIvy's POVThe night before the finale, I sat on the porch with Nate and couldn't make myself ask the one question that mattered."You're quiet," he said, settling beside me, close enough our shoulders touched."Big day tomorrow.""That's not what I meant.""I know."He didn't push. He never pushed anymore, and some nights I hated that about him, because it meant I had to be the one to decide when we finally talked about the things sitting unsaid between us."Can I say something?" he asked instead."Always.""These months changed something in me I didn't expect." He looked out at the dark yard instead of at me, voice low and unguarded. "I used to think I knew exactly who I was. Captain. Reliable. The guy who shows up and doesn't ask for anything back. Then this whole disaster happened, and somewhere in the middle of flour fights and handcuffs and live television, I stopped being sure of anything except one thing.""What's that.""You." He finally looked at
CHAPTER 24: THE FINALE ANNOUNCEMENTIvy's POVI turned to walk away before he could stop me, because the silence had already told me everything I thought I needed to know."Wait." His hand caught my arm, gentle, urgent. "Ivy, wait, please.""Why? So you can not answer me again?""I'll answer you. Just not the way you think." He exhaled hard, like he was bracing for something. "I requested to be paired with someone from the charity event contestant list. Months before the announcement aired. Before any of this was public."The hallway went very quiet."You requested it," I repeated. "You're saying you asked for this. All of it. The ambush, the cameras, the fake couple announcement you knew before it happened.""Not exactly. I didn't know how they'd do it. I didn't know it would be public, or humiliating, or any of what it actually became. I just" He stopped, jaw tight. "I asked to be paired with someone specific.""Who?""I can't tell you that yet.""You can't, or you won't?""Ivy""
CHAPTER 23: THE EX'S LAST MOVEIvy's POVNate didn't come back. Not after twenty minutes, not after an hour, not after I'd paced the length of the hallway so many times a crew member asked if I needed water.I texted him twice. No reply. I told myself it was the meeting, whatever legal thing had pulled him away so urgently, and not something worse.I sat outside the production offices for a while, watching the door, half expecting him to walk out any second with some easy explanation that would make the last two hours feel ridiculous. He didn't. Crew members came and went, none of them looking at me long enough to answer any of the questions building up in my chest."You waiting for someone?" a passing sound tech asked, not unkindly."Nate.""Big meeting in there. Legal, execs, the works. Could be a while.""Do you know what it's about?"He shrugged, already moving past me. "Above my pay grade."By early afternoon, unable to sit still any longer, I gave up on waiting and went looking
CHAPTER 22: THE INTERVIEWIvy's POVI found Nate in the hallway before call time, still holding his coffee, still looking like a man who'd slept fine, which felt almost offensive given how little I had."Nate, I need to ask you something before we go on.""Okay.""During the handcuff challenge. Chapter three, week one. There's a part that never aired. A gap. Do you know what happened during it?"His expression flickered, just for a second, something I might have missed if I hadn't been watching for it so closely."Ivy""Two minutes, let's go, mic check now," a producer said, appearing out of nowhere with a headset and zero patience for timing."We'll finish this," I said."I promise."We didn't get the chance. Ninety seconds later I was in a chair under studio lights with a microphone clipped to my collar and an interviewer smiling at me like a shark that had learned to smile."Ivy, Nate, thank you both for being here." The interviewer, a woman named Renata with a reputation for drawi
CHAPTER 21: NO ANSWERIvy's POVThe message sat there all morning. Read. Nothing after it.I checked at breakfast, pretending to scroll something else while Marcus talked about the day's schedule. I checked during hair and makeup, phone hidden under a towel while the stylist worked around me. I checked between takes, in the bathroom, walking down the hallway, every single time telling myself I wouldn't and doing it anyway.Still nothing.By noon I'd cycled through anger twice. Fine. Don't answer. See if I care. By one, embarrassment had taken over instead, hot and humiliating, the realization that I'd spent weeks pouring my life out to someone who might not even be who he claimed. By two, it had settled into something quieter and worse a dread sitting low in my stomach that didn't have a clean name."You're quiet again," Nate said, catching me between scenes."Just tired.""You keep saying that.""It keeps being true."He studied me a beat too long, the way he always did when he knew
CHAPTER 20: THE QUESTION SHE CAN'T UNASKIvy's POVI made a list in my notes app at two in the morning, the kind of thing that felt unhinged until I actually wrote it down and realized how much it added up.He knew about the kissing challenge footage before it existed publicly.He wasn't surprised about the leak.He goes quiet at exactly the moments something big happens on set, the retreat, the scandal, right when Nate almost says something important.He said he "watches the show" but never once asked a basic question a real viewer would ask.I stared at the list a long time, my stomach twisting tighter with every line, hating how obvious it looked once it was all in one place instead of scattered across weeks of conversations I'd trusted without question.I almost deleted it. Some part of me wanted to pretend I'd never noticed any of it, that I could go back to a version of this friendship where none of it needed explaining.I didn't delete it. I just closed the app and tried to sle







