My Simple Bliss, Our Separate Ways

On the day the Cannes Film Festival ended, it coincided with the funeral of an old friend. Pictures of Luke Smith attending the funeral with his child went viral on the internet.

In the photo, Luke was holding the hand of a little girl, about three or four years old. She had a remarkably beautiful oval face, and when she smiled, two sweet dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Luke publicly stated that she was his daughter.

The media quickly noticed that this little girl's smile bore a striking resemblance to my younger self, even down to the angle of her arched eyebrows.

Rumors had long circulated that Luke's current wife couldn't conceive.

The media immediately thought of me because, before Luke married his current wife, our names were always linked together, and our past was widely covered in the headlines.

'Luke Smith and Hazel Jones's passionate car kiss'

'Luke Smith and Hazel Jones spotted together in Iceland'

'Luke Smith accompanies Hazel Jones to the film festival'

Our sweet past had now transformed into icy daggers, piercing the most delicate layers of my heart.

It wasn't until later, when the headline 'Luke Smith and Hazel Jones Airport Argument' went viral, that we became the top trending topic of the year.

That marked our last public appearance. The public's speculation about our relationship remained uncertain. At that time, most were just bystanders, mocking my initial audacity in trying to climb the social ladder in this city, ultimately leading to my own downfall.

As time went on, opinions shifted unpredictably. Few remember that when news of my relationship with Luke Smith first came out, it was these same people who filled screens with phrases like "perfect couple" and "storybook romance."

However, fiction always stays fiction, and the harsh reality before us is the undeniable truth.

"Ms. Jones, we've heard that you broke up with Mr. Smith just over a month ago, and shortly after, he announced his engagement. Could you share your thoughts on this?"

"Ms. Jones, there have been rumors that Mrs. Smith is unable to conceive. Can you confirm whether you are indeed the biological mother of Mr. Smith's daughter?"

"Ms. Jones, we've heard that you shared a mutual friend with Mr. Smith at the funeral. You chose not to attend the funeral. Was it to avoid encountering Mr. Smith, or is there more to the story?"

"Mr. Smith publicly stated that you two had an amicable breakup, yet there haven't been any public sightings of you together since. Is there a hidden secret that the public is unaware of?"

The barrage of questions assaulted my ears like a blizzard, causing my eardrums to buzz. My manager stood in front of me, fending off the reporters who surged forward like a tidal wave. "We won't be answering any personal questions. Please focus on Hazel's work," my manager declared.

Surrounded by security guards, I was escorted to the waiting car parked by the roadside. We were encircled by a