My Deskmate A Movie King Faked Cancer For Cash Chapter 12

My Deskmate A Movie King Faked Cancer For Cash Chapter 12

That night, Julian posted a photo on his socials.

It was an old high school picture of us, wearing our varsity jackets under the giant oak tree on the school field.

His caption was short: “First love, finally ours.”

The comments section erupted instantly.

[Oh my god, my husband is officially off the market!]

[Announcing this right after winning an Oscar? What a king.]

[Wait, is this the girl from the viral talk show clip? So he did that on purpose?!]

[This is insane… he was totally testing her reaction on live TV.]

[I’m literally crying, they are so perfect together.]

[Ten years later during an argument: ‘Yeah, well, who went public with you at the absolute peak of their career?’]

Piper was sitting right next to me, her face so dark she looked ready to kill someone.

I carefully slid my hand onto her arm. “Piper? Don’t be mad. Nothing was official yet, and I didn’t want you to worry…”

Piper let out a cold snort.

“So you kept me in the dark? Hazel, do you have any idea how it felt to…

—

find out my best friend was dating an A-lister through a trending hashtag? I’m literally the last to know!”

“I’m so sorry…”

“If sorry/ fixed everything, we wouldn’t need the cops.”

I slid my phone across the coffee table, displaying a specific contact screen. “Chase’s personal number.”

Chase. The rising young star Piper had been obsessively fan-girling over for the past seven years.

Her furious expression cracked instantly.

“Is Julian really trying to bribe me with this?”

“Oh, by the way,” Julian called out, poking his head from the kitchen while wearing an apron and holding a spatula.

“Piper, there’s a private party tonight, and Chase is going to be there. Want to come?”

Piper’s icy facade shattered completely, though she still tried to sound tough.

“As if I care.”

But her thumb flew across my screen, scanning the QR code to send a friend request in a fraction of a second.

Leaning back against the sofa, I watched them bicker, a sudden wave of warmth filling my chest.

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Julian walked out, placing a hot bowl of soup in front of me. “Eat up.
You look pale.”

I swallowed a spoonful, fighting down the sudden wave of nausea
that hit my throat. “It’s delicious,” I lied.

He looked at me silently, but said nothing.