My Brother Came

I slept in Gavin’s van.

When I woke, I thought I saw Sabrina.

A crew girl told me Sabrina had come to reshoot scenes.

In other words, she failed to deliver lunch, so she came here to steal screen time.

Sabrina saw me too.

“My maid is here,” she said loudly. “Go get my script and clothes from my van.”

I wanted to refuse.

But the assistant director was already calling for her.

To avoid delaying the shoot, I swallowed my anger and went.

Instant regret.

There were too many things.

Too heavy.

I carried them with difficulty.

“Lily?”

My brother Leo’s voice.

I could not turn because the pile blocked my face.

“Leo! Help! Why are you here?”

“I invested in this drama. Of course I came for wrap.”

He took the pile.

Nearly stumbled.

“What is this? Whose?”

“Sabrina’s.”

“She ordered you around?”

“You just noticed?”

My tone contained appropriate contempt.

Leo stormed into the set.

Sabrina’s eyes lit up when she saw him carrying her things.

“Mr. Li, thank you for helping me—”

Leo cut her off.

“I heard you’ve been ordering my sister around.”

Sabrina froze.

“Who?”

I pointed at myself.

“Didn’t your assistant say you were my brother’s girlfriend? You don’t even know who I am?”

Then I smiled.

“Or did you forget after climbing toward Gavin? Oh wait. The person who married Gavin was me. You didn’t know that either?”

Sabrina went pale.

Leo threw down her things and dragged me away.

Finally.

A real big-brother moment.

On the way back to the variety house, Gavin drove.

I sat in the passenger seat because his luggage occupied the back.

He had given me his wrap flowers.

Very large.

Very pretty.

My heart moved for one second.

Then I asked,

“If Ryan holds a concert, can I get tickets?”

“You are his aunt. VIP seat, backstage photos, or even going onstage. Your choice.”

The benefits of this marriage suddenly expanded.

“So you and Ryan aren’t rivals?”

Gavin glanced at me and smiled.

“He is the one-sided clout chaser.”

I turned to the window.

“Nonsense.”

“Wife.”

A strange feeling ran through me.

“Don’t call me that. Goosebumps.”

“We are legally married.”

My phone buzzed.

A black hot search.

Sabrina had posted photos from the wrap party: Gavin and me sitting together, both of us entering a hotel room.

She publicly accused me of having an improper relationship with Gavin.

The internet believed her.

“She was right! Lily and Gavin looked suspicious on livestream.”

“Gavin just married and already cheated?”

“Lily is an eighteenth-tier climber.”

“Sabrina is so pitiful.”

I showed Gavin.

“We’re trending. Badly.”

He stayed calm.

“My agent called. We’ll handle it after we arrive. Road safety first.”

When we entered the variety house, Sabrina was already there.

Eyes red.

Weak.

Pitiful.

She sat far from us like a wronged wife.

Vanessa kept signaling me with her eyes.

Sister, that is your idol’s rival.

I saw.

I endured.

Gavin leaned toward me.

“Can we go public?”

Before I answered, Ryan brought out a steamed fish.

The smell hit me.

I gagged.

The live comments exploded.

“Pregnant?”

“Best Actor one shot?”

“Is this the road to kindergarten?”

Gavin froze.

Then, with visible joy and terror, he picked me up.

“We’re going to the hospital.”

It was supposed to be a misunderstanding.

It was not.

The diagnosis said I was pregnant.

Gavin lost his mind quietly.

Then not quietly.

He photographed our marriage certificate.

He photographed the pregnancy report.

He posted:

My wife. My baby.

The internet broke.