My Rival Claimed My Billionaire Husband, My Dog, and My Marriage? Oops, She Got All Three Wrong Novel – Chapter 1 Late last night, Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor posted a video of himself playing with his golden retriever. In the clip, the golden retriever bolted the moment he heard footsteps. He laughed and called after him. “Relax. Your mom isn’t leaving this time.” The internet lost its mind trying to figure out who the dog’s “mom” was. Shortly after, up-and-coming actress Chloe Danvers posted a photo with the same golden retriever. A ring glinted on her finger. The caption read, “Easy, boy. Take it slow.” The internet went feral. Everyone knew he’d been hiding a relationship. Nobody expected it to be Chloe. Soon, the hashtags were everywhere. #AlexanderKensingtonGoesPublic# #TheGoldenRetrieverHasAMom# #WeddingBellsInsidersSayTheyreEngaged# That night, someone spotted him locked out of his own penthouse, camped in the hallway with the golden retriever beside him.
“I swear to God, you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted. I have no idea why this dog went and picked himself a new mom, but I swear, if he doesn’t crawl back to you, I’m putting him up for adoption.” Buddy, probably: Sure. Blame the dog because you can’t keep your own wife happy. … The second I got in the car, my manager shoved a tablet in my face. The screen was already lit up with trending hashtags. #AlexanderKensingtonAndChloeSpottedWalkingTheDog# In the photo, Alexander stood on a wide lawn, his gaze soft as he looked off to the side. Chloe just happened to be standing right where he was looking, crouched down and laughing as Buddy bounded all over her. The story blew up instantly. People started calling Alexander nonstop, trying to confirm it. But he was on a flight. Unreachable. So they went to Chloe instead. Chloe’s answer came in the form of another post. “When there’s good news, you’ll be the first to know. Also, next time, stand a little farther back? Our boy scares easy.” It was as good as a confirmation. The comments section lost its mind. “WAIT, so his crush since he was eighteen is Chloe??? They’re perfect omg.” “CHLOXANDER IS REAL AND I’M NEVER SHUTTING UP ABOUT IT.
Feed us more content PLEASE.” “Of course a man like him would fall for the sweetheart type. Called it.” “Be honest, Chloe. Was he right next to you when you posted that??” Out of thousands of comments, Chloe liked exactly one. That one. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles went white. I was going to murder someone. My manager glanced over and sighed. “Must be nice to be Chloe. Bagging the richest man in Manhattan, and suddenly it all makes sense. She gets to do whatever she wants because someone powerful has her back.” “God, if you were dating him, every producer in town would be rolling out the red carpet. But no. It’s Chloe.” “And you know she’s been trying to one-up you for years, right? Every award show, every press junket, she’s measuring herself against you. It’s infuriating, but her metrics have always been better. And now? Forget it.” “She’s at the event tonight, so if the press tries to stir something up, just keep your cool.” Everything after that was white noise. All I could think about was how to destroy those two absolute idiots. Alexander and I got married five years ago.
In secret. It was my idea to keep it quiet. He came from serious money, and I didn’t want anyone thinking I’d slept my way to the top. I wanted to make it on my own. Later, it was because the man was clinically unhinged, and I didn’t want to get dragged down with him. When we first got together, he tweeted: The girl I’ve loved since I was twelve finally said yes. It hit number one trending within the hour. It stayed trending for three days straight. It only dropped off after the PR team panicked and scrubbed it. He quietly edited it to say eighteen overnight. After that, the man decided he’d cracked the code for going viral. He started posting sappy love declarations whenever he got bored. When we fought, he’d post things like, “Even if the whole world turns against you, I will be the one standing by your side.” When I brought home a stray dog, he posted, “Just ask, and we can make a baby too.” The secondhand embarrassment was unbearable. To keep my sanity, I made sure to be nowhere near him and Buddy in public. Just last night, he’d been guilt-tripping me from halfway across the world.
“Every other actor in this industry has hard-launched a relationship at least eight times by now. Me? I don’t even exist. And poor Buddy can’t call me Dad when he’s with you, and he can’t call you Mom when he’s with me.” Then he sent me an article: Early Warning Signs of Behavioral Issues in Children from Split Households. About the dog. I thought it was over. Then he lost his mind in the middle of the night and posted that video. My phone buzzed.
Alexander. “Babe, I swear on my life, if there’s anything between me and her, God can strike me and Buddy down.” Dramatic as always. I rolled my eyes and blocked him. My manager was still rattling off dos and don’ts for the event. “Chloe’s going to be there, so fake a smile when you see her. The last thing we need is the press thinking you’re bitter.” None of it registered. I closed my eyes and tuned it all out.