The Cherished Wife

Winter handed the bottle back to Suzy in a flash. "Heading over."

Pethorn was a stickler for perfection, and by the time the shoot wrapped up, Winter was tired from working since dawn to late afternoon. However, she pulled through, and that's what counted in showbiz. Winter was running on fumes, but she proved she had what it takes when it came to her acting chops.

It was not until Winter settled into the backseat of the cozy van that she finally let out a sigh of relief. "I'm exhausted. Who knew Pethorn could be such a grouch?" She took a sip of water and glanced over at Suzy. "What's got your attention?"

"Oh, it's nothing big, Winter. Did you see that all that nasty buzz about you online is gone now? Everyone's just talking about your latest gigs now!"

"What?" Winter's eyes widened in surprise. "Let me see that phone!"

headlines were nowhere to be found. Instead, her feed was flooded with fresh news-her snagging the second lead in 'Unchallenged Dominion' and her dazzling appearance as the face of Saint Di in the

said with a

swelling with gratitude. "I always believed those baseless rumors would blow over. Suzy, I can't thank you enough for sticking by me through all this!" She squeezed Suzy's hand. "When times get tough,

storm's passed, you can't keep crashing at the Shaws'. You

point, and

if the paparazzi get even a

think about how Xavier had not trusted her when she needed him

of discomfort remembering how close she came to being

to Winter!" Suzy's hand fluttered