Twenty-four hours into Felicity’s ultimatum, I realized something crucial. She’d made a mistake. “Leander, look at this.” I pulled up […]

The morning after the proposal, I woke to find Leander’s side of the bed empty. Again. The ring on my

Leander avoided me for three days. Not obviously—we still filmed together, attended events, maintained the illusion. But the moments between

Week three of living with Leander and I couldn’t remember who I’d been before. The woman who crashed weddings wearing

The producers wanted our “first official date” for the show. Never mind that Leander and I had spent two weeks

Morning came with artificial brightness and too many strangers in the penthouse. The camera crew had tripled. Apparently, our “chemistry”

The morning after the gala, I woke to find Leander gone. Not just out of the penthouse—his bedroom door open,

The updated contracts arrived Wednesday morning via courier. I sat at Leander’s kitchen island—everything was “Leander’s” even though I lived

The stylist arrived Tuesday morning with an entourage and enough designer clothes to fill a boutique. Her name was Galina,

The cameras arrived at 7:45 AM. I woke to the sound of strangers invading the penthouse, voices echoing through walls