Freya's POV
"Lastly, the most important news today," Novia said, linking her arm with mine, "Director Michael Harper is currently casting for his new drama, The Luna of Lycan King! Although the main character has already been chosen, Michael's productions usually involve an ensemble of female characters. Even a supporting role can become a breakthrough if you have acting talent. The auditions will take place this Friday at the Lithern Hotel, and I managed to use my connections to help you sign up for an audition."
I was taken aback. "But I literally have no experience of acting a role at all. How did my resume pass the screening?"
"Come on, I have some connections. By the way, I've temporarily put my name in the agent section," Novia paused. "Will you go?"
"Of course! You've given me this opportunity. How could I pass it up?"
Novia cleared her throat. "But there are two things I want to make clear. First, the role they're recruiting for is a supporting female character, so there may not be many scenes. And second, Tracy is the female lead in this drama."
I hesitated for a moment.
Novia carefully observed my expression. "If you're uncomfortable, we don't have to audition. The crew recruits actors every year, and I can find another opportunity for you."
I remained silent for only two seconds before making my decision. "I'm going to give it a try."
"Are you sure?" Novia expressed concern. "Playing the rival of the main love interest can be challenging. You don't have to push yourself..."
I chuckled. "If I can't handle this, I might as well go back to being Kingsley's trophy Luna. After all, the path I've chosen since leaving him will be a thousand times more difficult than this."
The next morning, I brought the caviar my father had prepared for Kingsley's mother to the Wright Group to meet him.
Throughout my three years of marriage to Kingsley, I had never set foot inside the building.
I straightened my clothes, took a deep breath, and entered.
In the lobby downstairs, I sat on the couch, bored, flipping through the magazines on the table.
Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps behind me, followed by Jeremy's voice. "Madam, why didn't you call?"
I put down the magazine. "I did, but you seemed too busy to notice."
Jeremy, of course, knew I had contacted him, but Kingsley had forbidden him from answering the phone, so he had no choice but to pretend not to hear it.
Ignoring the sarcasm in my words, Jeremy smoothly replied, "I apologize sincerely. I was in a meeting and left my phone in the office. Please follow me this way."
As we exited the elevator, Jeremy inquired, "What brings you to the office?"
I raised the bag I was carrying. "I have something for Kingsley to give to his mother."
Jeremy pressed further, "Anything else?"
I thought of another purpose for my visit. Eventually, I confessed, "There's something else I need to discuss with Alpha Kingsley face to face."
To my confusion, Jeremy interjected, "Alpha Kingsley hasn't had breakfast yet."
Puzzled, I failed to grasp why he suddenly mentioned that.
Sensing my confusion, Jeremy clarified, "If Alpha Kingsley skips breakfast, he tends to have a bad temper in the morning, making it difficult to have productive conversations."
When I just became Kingsley's Luna, my heart and eyes were captivated by him, and I dedicated most of my time to him.
Perhaps influenced by excessive television dramas, I believed in the saying, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
So, I diligently honed my culinary skills, hoping to capture Kingsley's attention.
I excitedly prepared meals for Kingsley every day.
I vividly recall presenting my most satisfactory creation to him, eagerly awaiting his verdict. Regrettably, he merely uttered two words, "not bad."
Undeterred, I persisted and made another attempt the following day, audaciously promising, "This time, it will be delicious."
Despite my efforts, Kingsley didn't even spare a word for me. My anxiety grew, and upon his return in the evening, I couldn't resist asking, "Is today any better than yesterday?"
This time, Kingsley responded with a simple sentence, "Well, you don't have to do that."
Despite his words, the lunchbox was emptied, secretly filling me with joy.
I resolved to work even harder, and Kingsley consistently returned with an empty meal box. Naively, I believed our marriage was a perfect match, convinced that he harbored feelings for me, until the day I witnessed him disposing of all the meals I prepared for him in the trash.
Since then, I never cooked again, and Kingsley never inquired.
Perhaps it suited him better, as pretending to finish a meal every day was quite tiresome.
Pondering over it, I retorted icily, "Aren't there several exquisite restaurants downstairs? Go get something for him from there."
Jeremy chuckled, "Alpha Kingsley doesn't enjoy those places. He prefers homemade meals, like the meals you prepared for him before. He loves it."
It had been more than a year since I had prepared meals for Kingsley.
I fell into silence, and Jeremy continued, "The company cafeteria has a private kitchen fully stocked with ingredients. You can use whatever you wish."
Now I was certain that it was all planned, waiting for me to take the bait.
And the way things were heading, I had to take the bait; otherwise, Kingsley, the beastly man, would avoid seeing me, and the vowing of rejection would never conclude.
After spending half a day in the private kitchen, around twenty minutes or so, I finished cooking, removed my apron, and turned to Jeremy, saying, "Lead the way."
Jeremy nodded and then took me to Kingsley's office.