When Jake first sees Emily at a theater performance, he just knows that he has to get to know her better. But Emily’s parents disapprove of their careers, claiming that an aspiring actress and a scriptwriter have no future. It’s only later, after the couple are married, that the parents try to pay Jake off.
When I first laid eyes on Emily, she was up on stage, performing in a university theater production.
Her presence was magnetic. I sat there, utterly mesmerized. As the lights dimmed and the curtains closed, I knew I had to meet her.
Little did I know, she felt the same spark.
After the show, I mustered the courage to approach her.
“Hi, I’m Jake,” I said, feeling my heart pound in my chest. “You were incredible there.”
“Thank you,” she replied with a warm smile that reached her eyes. “I’m Emily. I haven’t seen you around before. Are you a student here?”
“Yeah, I’m studying scriptwriting,” I said, trying to keep steady because there was a sense of excitement that ran through me. “I’d love to write something for you someday.”
Emily’s eyes lit up.
“That sounds amazing! I’ve always wanted to be part of a project from the ground up,” she said.
From that evening, we became inseparable.
Emily, an aspiring actress, and I, a budding scriptwriter, bonded over our shared dreams.
After graduation, we packed our bags and moved to a place to chase those dreams. Emily landed a few roles, while I started writing scripts, hoping one would get picked up.
“Don’t stress,” she said, when I massaged her shoulders one evening. “It’s just one of those things that takes time. But you’re trying and that’s the important thing.”
I nodded.
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“I know,” I said. “It’s the waiting that I’m not too happy about. But I’m constantly writing. So, that’s something.”
We supported each other through thick and thin, but Emily’s parents were the constant thorn in our side. They didn’t approve of our career choices.
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“They’re very stuck in their ways,” Em said one day as she was cooking. “They think that I should have married a wealthy man and become a stay-at-home wife. My mother thinks that I shouldn’t act either.”
“Your mom is crazy,” I said, opening a can of soda. “She just hates that you’re with someone who writes stories for a living.”
“She just wants me to be like her. An exact copy of her. And I want the exact opposite of that,” Emily said.
A few months later, I proposed to Emily.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Em,” I said. “You’re the one for me.”
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But then, when we announced our engagement, Emily’s parents’ disapproval turned into outright hostility.
Her father, a powerful businessman, and her mother, a socialite, made it clear that they didn’t see a future for us.
“This isn’t going to last,” Mrs. Hastings told us one day when they came over for dinner. “You two need to prioritize what you want in life. Jake, have you even made any money from your writing, or is Emily’s inheritance how you’re both surviving?”
Emily’s jaw dropped.
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“Mom! Nothing about what you said is okay,” she exclaimed.
“Please understand,” I said to them. “We’re in this for the long run, and we’re going to get married.”
Despite their reservations, we went ahead with our wedding, hoping that they would come around.
But they didn’t. They saw us from time to time, but they kept a distance.
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“I told them to keep away,” Emily said when we were walking along the beach one evening. “I told them not to interfere in our lives because they’re not helping anything here.”
“I know,” I agreed with her. “But I don’t want you to lose your bond with them just because I’m the one they disapprove of.”
“Jake,” she said, taking my arm. “I’ve chosen you.”
Months passed, and Em and I built a life together. We went through her lines together before auditions, and I read out my writing for her whenever I was working on something new.
We were making it slowly. Our names were being recognized.
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But then, the Hastings threw a plot twist to our lives.
One evening, Mr. Hastings called me privately.
“Jake,” he said over the phone, his voice clipped. “We need to talk. Meet us at the country club tonight. Don’t tell Emily.”
I arrived at the club, and there they were, seated with stern expressions.
Mrs. Hastings tapped her freshly manicured nails against the wine glass in front of her.
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“Jake,” my father-in-law began. “We’ve been thinking about your situation with Emily. You two have been happy, but we’re willing to make you an offer.”
“What kind of offer?” I asked, dread already settling into my stomach.
My mother-in-law leaned in, her eyes cold.
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“We’ll pay you, Jake,” she said.
“Pay me?” I asked. “What for?”
“We’ll pay you a substantial amount of money to divorce Emily. In return, you will tell her that you cheated and leave her life for good. With this money, you can finally fund your first movie.”
I was stunned.
The audacity of their proposal left me speechless. But as I sat there, an idea began to take over my mind.
“Fine,” I said finally. “I’ll do it. But I want the money upfront.”
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Mr. Hastings smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “Let’s drink to it then.”
He signaled for the waiter to bring over another glass of wine for his wife and two whiskeys for us.
That night, I returned home to Em, needing to tell her everything.
“Emily,” I said, walking into the living room where she was reading a book. “We need to talk.”
“What happened? Are you okay?” she asked, her eyes widening with concern.
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“I met with your parents tonight,” I began, watching her expression change. “They offered me money to divorce you. They want me to tell you that I cheated and then leave you.”
My wife gasped.
“What? How could they do this?” she asked.
“Come on, Em,” I said, putting the kettle on. “They don’t think that I’m good enough for you. But I have a plan. We can turn this against them. We’ll use the money to make our movie, and then we’ll tell our story.”
I turned, and Emily was standing right next to me. Her eyes softened as she took my hand.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
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“Yes. We’re going to expose their manipulation,” I said. “We’ll show them that love and creativity can’t be bought or controlled.”
In the next few weeks, Emily moved out, and I threw myself into writing and directing my film, using the money from her parents.
Emily’s family rallied around her, and I was painted as the villain, the man who had thrown away the best thing in this life.
Finally, the day of the premiere arrived.
“Please come,” I said to Emily’s parents, making sure they had front-row seats.
The theater was packed.
The movie began, and the audience was quickly drawn into the story. It was a tale of love, betrayal, and resilience.
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As the plot unfolded, it became clear that the story was eerily similar to what had happened between Em and myself.
As the ending scene arrived, Emily appeared on screen. The real Emily, not the actress who had been playing her. She looked into the camera, her eyes full of emotion, and began to speak.
“This is our story,” she said. “Jake and I never divorced. We’ve been together through all of this. We devised this plan to expose the truth.”
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The audience erupted in whispers, and I saw Emily’s parents exchange shocked glances.
“Thank you all for being here tonight. This film is not just a story, it’s our story,” I said as the curtains closed.
“We want to thank my parents for their generous contribution, without which this film wouldn’t have been impossible. We hope that this movie has shown you the lengths people will go to for love and the truth.”
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Mr. and Mrs. Hastings sat in silence. They had been exposed in public, something that Mrs. Hastings would never forgive.
As we left the stage, Emily and I felt a sense of triumph. We had turned their malicious plan into a testament to our love and determination.
But we had won. And Emily’s parents left us alone.
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