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!"

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 Sino Nation. Winter felt a lump in her throat, her eyes glistening. "Is this for

move," Suzy said with a knowing smile. "Seems like you're

over. Suzy, I can't thank you enough for sticking by me through all this!"

storm's passed, you can't keep

point, and Winter

that I'm married. This whole mess has finally blown over, and if the paparazzi get even a whiff of

had not trusted her when she needed him most and how the Hoffman

of discomfort remembering how close she came to being blacklisted by him. However,

to Winter!" Suzy's hand fluttered in front of Winter's