The Truths Behind the Life of Maeve Sun Lively

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THE COMMOTION AND TALK ABOUT my miscarriage and unable to conceive a child news died down after three years.

I took on a few films that were only hits because of my one year disappearance of not filming and the rumor going on about how I was going to quit acting soon because I was in mourning of my miscarriage baby. But much of that didn't really matter to me anymore, I did the films to pass time and to help out Sun Lively's reputation, which was not doing too well after Mason had left. While he still remained the CEO in status and on paper, it was Juno who was currently taking control of things. He was overbearing with workload and I helped him out with the company once in a while, learning as I went about how to maintain such a big company with hundreds of thousands of workers to feed. It was hard, but I found it better than having to face the two people who made me both love and pain at the sight of them in the conditions they were in when I got back home.

When I did go back home, it was to take care of Klarise who when wasn't in good moods—which was most of the time—stopped caring for her body and all essential needs to live. I bathed her, fed her, made sure she took her meds that were supposed to make her blood sugar higher since she wasn't eating enough. I slept next to her at night, holding her while she wept.

It was almost like a video, a constant repeat, being played and replayed. I got so used to the rhythm, the beat. Even when Klarise and Cameron weren't in the state where they were too ill and we'd spend actual time with each other, I felt a little dazed at the cage we had put ourselves in.

But of course, even that cage was better than the dungeon that was about to come.

YOU AREN'T GOING TO work tomorrow, right?"

I was startled at her sudden voice in the dark, but I smiled, liking the fact that maybe this might be one of those nights where the Klarise I knew talked to me.

"No, why? Of course I have to go tomorrow. It's a Tuesday."

"Hm," she paused in our bed, and I could see the faint figure of her slim body. "That might work, I suppose."

I chuckled lightly to see her so serious in thinking. "What might work? Is tomorrow a special day?"

In the shadowy lighting, where the curtains were opened and the light from the streets streamed in, I saw her head swift up. She looks at me with both surprise and a bit of sadness. "Tomorrow is..." She paused, rubbing her chin with her thumb. She shook her head, but not to me, rather herself. I couldn't help but grin, curiosity getting at me as to why she seemed different tonight. "Never mind, you'll see tomorrow."

I dared to move closer to her, my hand going up her back. I could feel her spiny ribs, my fingers being as delicate as I could to not put too much pressure on her. She was just so fragile, I felt if I held her a little too hard to me, she might shatter.

"I can't think of anything that's special tomorrow..." I arched an eyebrow as I felt her smile underneath my face. "Is it our anniversary?"

She giggled when my fingers slid through her shirt, her bare stomach shuddering. "I can't believe you would forget such a thing."

I grinned wider, but with a trace of fake and sarcastic guilt. "So it is our anniversary? Shoot," I slapped my palm on my head, the sound half-echoed and bounced around the dark room. "I'm so sorry. I'm a terrible girlfriend."

She laughed, pulling my hand that's on my head off and onto her hips. "You're not a terrible girlfriend. And you can relax, because it isn't our anniversary tomorrow. But it is kind of a special day and I can't believe you would forget!"