5.~~~~
David comes home late in the evening. Angelina is reading something on the couch. He tries to sound casual while hiding his nervousness.
He takes off his coat, acting relaxed.
David Miller
*Smiling lightly*
"Ah… finally home. Traffic was insane today. Did you have dinner already?
Angelina Rodriguez
*Glancing up, soft smile*
Not yet. I was waiting… thought we’d eat together.
David Miller
*Sitting beside her, stretching*
Good. I could use a proper meal. What did you cook? Please tell me it’s not another experimental dish.
Angelina Rodriguez
*laughing*
Relax, it’s simple—just pasta and some salad. No experiments tonight.
David Miller
*Pretending relief*
Thank god. Last time I thought I’d have to call the fire department. *chuckles*
They both laugh lightly. David then picks up the remote, flipping channels absentmindedly, trying to sound casual.
David Miller
*Casually, pretending indifference*
You seemed… quite sure about Sophia earlier… about her being pregnant. Just curious, how did you… notice that? I mean, did someone tell you… or was it just… something you guessed?
Angelina Rodriguez
*Straightforwardly, with no suspicion*
The same thing I told Mona—observation, David. A woman knows. The way Sophia’s been acting, her glow, her mood… it’s obvious to me.
David Miller
*Hesitant, trying to dig further*
Observation… hmm. But you didn’t… like, hear it from anyone, right? You’re completely sure only by… noticing?
Angelina Rodriguez
*raising her eyes, slightly curious*
Why? did you doubt my observation? I may not have heard it from someone, but I’m certain she’s expecting.
David feels the pressure rising but keeps smiling faintly, pretending curiosity. Before he can press more…
Angelina Rodriguez
*Interrupting suddenly, her tone sharpening just a little*
But what puzzles me is… who is the father of Sophia’s child? Where is he? How could he leave her alone like this?
David’s smile stiffens. A bead of sweat nearly breaks on his forehead, though he tries to keep his tone playful.
David Miller
*Laughing nervously*
Maybe it’s complicated. Relationships are messy. Perhaps he’s… gone, or maybe things didn’t work out. Who knows? Sophia will handle herself, she’s strong.
Angelina Rodriguez
*firmly, eyes narrowing just a little*
Still, no woman should be left alone like that. Whoever he is, he should be held accountable.
David Miller
*nervous laugh, waving his hand as if dismissing*
Yes, yes, of course. But… let’s not dwell on it, alright? Maybe she’ll explain when she’s ready. Why don’t we talk about something else?Come on, let’s eat before your pasta gets cold.
Dinner table. Angelina and David are sitting with plates served. The earlier talk about Sophia has just been brushed aside. David tries to shift into small talk, but Angelina smoothly takes the lead.
Angelina Rodriguez
*Smiling casually, stirring her pasta*
You know, David… you’re awful at changing topics. I let you do it tonight because I didn’t want to bore myself with endless theories about Sophia.
David chuckles awkwardly, relieved she didn’t push further. He takes a sip of water, trying to act natural.
David Miller
*half-smiling*
Well, thank you for sparing me. I prefer good food over gossip anyway.
David Miller
*Thoughts*
Good… I turned it around. She dropped the question. No suspicion. She’s just curious, nothing more. And the restaurant mess didn’t spill outside—thank God it was only my people there. If outsiders had seen Sophia… everything would’ve been over.
David Miller
*Smiling lightly, speaking casually*
You really outdid yourself tonight. Pasta’s perfect. If you quit being a supermodel, you could run a restaurant.
Angelina Rodriguez
*Laughing softly*
Then you’d be my first customer every night.
David Miller
*Chuckling, grateful for the normal tone*
That’s not a bad deal. Peaceful dinners, no spotlight, no chaos… isn’t this nicer than all that runway madness?
Angelina Rodriguez
*Leaning back slightly, tone calm but deliberate*
Actually, I’ve been thinking a lot these days. It’s been almost a year since we got married… and since then, I’ve been on a break. Away from the runway, away from the lights. But now, I feel it’s the right time for a comeback.
David freezes mid-bite. His fork clinks softly against the plate. He tries not to show it, but the idea clearly unsettles him
Angelina Rodriguez
*looking at him, innocent yet firm, her tone calm but unshakable*
I’ve decided. I’m returning to the runway. My agency called earlier today. They want me headlining the winter line in Milan. I told them yes.
David's thoughts..... No. No, this can’t be happening. The plan was for her to stay away, for Sophia to rise in her place. If she comes back now… Sophia will be nothing but a shadow.
David Miller
*Masking his dread, forcing a chuckle*
Milan? That’s… unexpected. I thought you were happy focusing on us, the quieter life.
Angelina Rodriguez
*Her expression serene, but her words weighted, unmistakably firm*
I am happy with us. But who I am doesn’t end at this table. The runway is mine, David. I walked away on my own terms, and I’ll step back on my own terms. It’s not a discussion—it’s a decision.
David Miller
Feeling his chest tighten, swallowing the urge to argue, voice softer*
Angelina… you’ve been out for a while. The industry is ruthless. Do you think… it’s wise to just jump back in?
David Miller
*gently more like persuading*
the industry changes quickly. After a year, it might not be the same. Maybe people have moved on.
David swallows, hiding his nerves with a chuckle. If she returns, she’ll dominate the headlines again. Sophia will vanish in her shadow. And if her pregnancy gets out… God, everything will collapse
Angelina Rodriguez
*Calm, confident*
People don’t forget me that easily. In fact, a comeback after a break makes more noise than never leaving at all. Trust me, David—destiny always puts people back where they belong.
Her words land heavier than she intends.
He forces a smile, nodding quickly.
David Miller
*Clearing his throat, eager to end the topic*
If that’s what you want, I’ll support you. Of course, I will.
Angelina Rodriguez
Smiling, picking up her fork again*
Good. That’s all I needed to hear.
She eats calmly, as if nothing more was said. But David’s appetite is gone. Every bite tastes like ash. Inside, the walls are closing in—Sophia’s pregnancy, Angelina’s comeback, the perfect storm. He keeps his mask of calm, but beneath it, fear coils tighter.
David Miller
*Thoughts*
Her comeback will ruin everything. Sophia and I… we’ll have to rethink it all, before it’s too late.
Angelina Rodriguez
*smirk*
"So that’s the game, David. You and Sophia—trying to keep me away from the runway. Planning quietly, thinking I’d step back, stay in shadows, play the good wife who sits pretty at your table. But you’ve both forgotten who I am. I am not just your wife in the eyes of public, David. I am Angelina—the supermodel the world knows, the name that owns the runway. And now, my comeback… my return… it will not just be a walk. It will be an earthquake. A storm. Something so dazzling, so unstoppable, that it will shake you both. If you thought you could silence me, you’ll now watch me take back every spotlight you tried to hide from me."
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