Chapter 1992: Chapter 1991

Chapter 1991

As the male lead and the character portrayed by Clara, Quincy, strolled down Main Street, the

leading actress burst out of the corner café and gave Quincy a resounding slap, “Dante, didn’t you

say you were in a meeting? And who is this woman?”

Clara, who had just been struck hard, felt a surge of indignation. The leading actress went for real,

huh? It was just an audition after all; why the need for such force?

Rubbing her stinging cheek, Clara fired back with her lines as irritation colored her voice, “Who the

heck are you? What's this craziness about? Why did you hit me?”

"Who am 1?” The actress pointed at the male lead, “I'm Dante's wife and we were officially married

and registered! You've got no shame by cozying up a married man, you homewrecker!”

Clara glanced at the male lead, her demeanor unshaken and defiant, “What does a marriage

certificate count? He told me he doesn't love you. The one who isn't loved is the real

homewrecker!”

Ivy, in the control room, watched the unfolding drama on set.

Clara's performance in other roles had been mediocre at best, but she was convincingly detestable

when she was acting as a mistress.

The actors Quinton had brought in for Ivy were professionals, and despite knowing this was just a

rehearsal, their commitment to the craft was evident.

Tears glistened in the leading actress's eyes as she glared at the male lead, “Is what she’s saying

true? I'm asking you, Dante! Now you said you don't love me, but have you forgotten how you

begged me when you were courting me?”

Dante rolled his eyes at her, clearly annoyed, “Can you stop making a scene here? It's embarrassing

enough without people watching. I'm embarrassed, aren't you too?”

“Embarrassed? Back when you couldn't scrape together a few bucks, I stood by you. You didn't

seem embarrassed about me then,” she said as she reached out to tug at Dante's shirt, desperate to

see a glimmer of affection in his eyes.

Seeing this, Clara stepped forward and pushed the leading lady to the ground, “Maybe you should

stop clinging to Dante! Sure, you've been with him for years, and that wasn't easy. But that was

then. He loves me now. If you really love him, you'd step aside and stop disrupting our lives!”

The leading actress stumbled backward and fell to the ground, “You want me to step aside? I'm his

lawful wife! You, a young girl, should be working and living properly, not chasing after a taken man!

Is this how your family taught you to behave?”

“This is true love between us. He loves me, not you. Your marriage means nothing,” Clara squatted

before her, her eyes filled with contempt. “I'd suggest you divorce him quickly so I might even get

Dante to give you a decent settlement. Otherwise, you'll be left with nothing but the clothes on your

back!”

Bitterness etched on her face, the leading actress looked at them both, and then, with a breakdown

scream, lunged at Clara in a fit of

rage.

This twist wasn't scripted for Clara, and it caught her off guard

By the time she reacted, she was already tackled to the ground.

“Bitch! You want to be a mistress, huh?” The leading lady slapped Clara furiously across the face, and

only after the deed was done did Dante step in to pull her away, “Enough already!”

Clara got up, her face a mask of hurt as she turned to the director, “Director, what's going on here?”