"Jaime's already at the gate," he said and then the line ended. They moved away from me and let me sort my things out on my own. "Yeah," I simply answered and signaled my PAs to stop. "Are you done?" a cold baritone voice spoke on the line. I lazily swiped up the answer button and put the phone to my ear. My face became emotionless when I saw the name on the screen. I laughed sparingly and then picked up my phone that was currently ringing over the vanity mirror. "Oh my gosh! My ear, oh my gosh!" he acted while covering his ear with his finger. "You're pure nonsense, Azy Angelo," I muttered. Alas! If I had that face and body, I wouldn't just do that on the catwalk, but also in the kitchen, living room or even in the restroom," he said and giggled with laughter at last. I don't know if you're just being humble or you hate the truth. He rolled his eyes at me and flipped his imaginary long hair. You knew how much I hate it," I uttered, talking about the compliments he gave. Yeah, most of the men except for my husband.
I rolled my eyes at him on the mirror and let out a deep breath. "Gorgeous, sexy, rich and other traits that are truly admired by most of the men," he continued while still pointing at my whole being. I walked towards the dressing room and tiredly sat in front of a vanity mirror, my three PAs immediately approached me to put some retouch powder here, lipstick there, a typical scene for me as a model. But what should I do since I still love him? Love can be blind, and as long as he is still around me, nothing else matters. I tried hard to please him and win his heart.īut every day in the next room, I could hear the sound of his lovemaking with another woman, then I knew that I was doing everything in vain. Yes, even though we have been married for three years, I still live a careful life. I didn't dare to make any delays, I was afraid he would be unhappy with my lateness.
I just wanted to pack up and go home now.īefore the shooting, my husband sent me a message saying that his assistant was coming to pick me up. "Oh my gosh! You're really a definition of perfection, Jazzie," Azy came over to me, as usual, he always compliments me generously, using all the nice words on me. I straightened my back, put on a professional and confident smile, and soon the shoot was completed without incident. "Perfect!" While I was lost in thought between commercial shoots, my manager, Azy's voice brought me back to reality. I am beautiful, and I have tens of millions of fans on my facebook, but all this seems to be meaningless in the eyes of my husband.
I am currently one of the hottest models in the entertainment industry. No one knows how much helpless I always felt behind my glamour.
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