(SIX WEEKS AFTER THEIR WEDDING) Everett took a seat beside Rebecca on a sound stage. He took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. Then his smile changed from the genuine one he gave her to the smile he’s known for when he looked at the interviewer. This was their explanation of events. Legal advice urged them to take a preemptive measure to defend against Gena’s potential slander. “Thank you for being here Mr. Stone and Ms. Jones.” Ken Douglas said to them as he settled into his own seat after greeting them. The cameras were rolling and picking up everything. “Thank you, Mr. Douglas. But it’s Mrs. Stone now.” Everett said to Ken. He corrected the interviewer before Rebecca could. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize you changed your name.” Ken Douglas looked at his notes, already off kilter with this interview. “It’s a recent development. My wife and I decided it would better reflect our leaving the past in the past.
Coming out of the interview with Everett, Josalyn sat down an hour later with the man she knew was her father. She’d spent hours researching stories and coming up with questions. The writers added questions to the lists well in advance. The questions went through the Studio’s legal department and her father’s legal team went through them as well. It became a lengthy-drawn-out process because of all the legal complications. Everett insisted on staying with her for support and sat in the dark shadows off to the side, away from the cameras, watching everything. He’d become protective and a little obsessive of Rebecca, but at this point she didn’t mind so much. Rebecca still basked in his attention and his attention hadn’t become intrusive yet in her eyes. Something had changed and Rebecca knew that. Her father sat there and shifted in his seat. He didn’t appear comfortable, and she’d not hesitate to say he appeared nervous. She attributed it to his pri
“Are you alright love? Should I call your doctor for an appointment?” Everett asked Rebecca when she left the bathroom of the dressing room they now shared at work. He looked at her with concern in his eyes. “I don’t know. I’m nauseous but there’s no pain. “Perhaps I’m coming down with something,” Rebecca said, her pale face lacking its usual smile. “This will pass soon too.” “Perhaps we should secure the appointment now, rather than later. We’ll play it safe and catch whatever it is early. Why don’t you go sit down and relax? I know our lunch will arrive at the set soon. Then we can enjoy it and see how you’re feeling.” “The truth is I’m a little tired and nauseous. That’s it. No headaches, no pain, or weakness. There’re no mystery rashes, and my breathing is fine. I can’t find even a simple mystery bruise, and no strange bouts of acne. My hair isn’t falling out like it was, at least not yet.” “Can we sit and list your exper
“I lost our first baby. It’s my fault Everett didn’t know about it. I didn’t tell him because it would’ve killed him and I feared he’d think I was using it as an excuse to cling to him. If I told him he’d want to know why it happened and then blame me for it. I was too tired from losing the baby that I’ve agreed to almost anything. Mentioning pregnancy, I indeed recall feeling the same way before. Rebecca leaned against the door jamb and gave a heavy sigh. Hopefully, this time yields better results. Can’t do it again.” “Then I’ll go call them now and see if I can catch the receptionist before she leaves for lunch. I hope it’s a baby and nothing bad.” Jill left the dressing room and the other to speak between themselves. “A baby…” Rebecca sounded like she was stunned. “Oh, good grief. I hope the doctor was correct when he told you I could still have children.” “We’ll find out soon enough.”(SEVEN MONTHS LATER- MERCY GENERAL HOSPITAL, LABOR, AND DELIVE
Rebecca Jones sat quietly across from her agent, Ben Steins. “Rebecca, please. The producer and several studio board members have expressed their wishes. I can’t put this off. Our ratings are falling. We must reach out to Everett Stone; the show needs him. You’ve seen the trending comments. Our viewers want to see Dane return to Bella. They’ve waited five years for this love story to continue.” They’d eaten lunch during their meeting in the commissary of the Black Dawn Production Studios. The crowds in the commissary didn’t matter. They weren’t speaking about anything sensitive. Rebecca listened to Ben prattle on about Everett’s return and reprising his role as Dane Matthews, her character’s love interest. It’d been five years since she’d seen or spoken to him, not since the fateful night he’d left. Thinking about that night was unbearable. Those thoughts always triggered a cascade of heartbreaking memories. Rebecca struggled with the memories daily still.
Three days later, Rebecca made it to the press conference set. Really, it’s a televised commercial announcing a special to introduce the lineup of shows for the coming season on the studio’s many channels. Of course, with Empire Nights, a long-standing favourite even though the ratings were slowly dipping had a prime spot. Rebecca would be the voice announcing the channel’s new lineup. Viewers will fawn over her beautiful, familiar face between sneak peeks and show explanations. They’d filmed interviews with producers and actors alike to round everything out. Rebecca was already dragging herself along. As she passed the craft table and all the foods, she saw she wouldn’t be eating there soon. It was a world of hurt waiting for her. Rebecca knew she couldn’t afford to lose even a single pound, but eating that would not help her gain anything. “Rebecca, there you are. Good news, Everett is here already. He’s agreed to your requests. However, he passed on the message that he could do n
Everett bumped into his ex-wife, of all people, while he looked for her. She was never this late for work. He’d concede that she wasn’t late in the actual sense. But she was late for her habits. Initially, Everett intended not to speak to Rebecca. He’d been curious about the offer he’d received to reprise his role as Dane on Empire Nights. Everett felt tempted, but he planned to turn down the offer. But they did not prepare him to encounter her as she was now. Everett wasn’t sure what happened. This was not what he expected. Did no one look out for her? He thought she was the rose of the studio. Wouldn’t they protect their investment? He hadn’t expected to see how far downhill she’d gone. Everett had heard the rumours she’d become an addict. Gena ensured he saw the photos of Rebecca at several rehab facilities when the photos appeared in the media. Everett never discovered what her favourite vice was, even though the media speculated about it regularly.
Everett Stone walked onto the set of Empire Nights as if he owned the place. He fulfilled his promise and dropped off a woman at the studio gates, within the paparazzi’s view. She was his latest fling to make Gena jealous. It appeared to be a common occurrence, and he was growing weary of it. His thoughts didn’t last long on Gena. In fact, they barely focused on her or the fluff and nonsense he left at the gates. Rebecca stood out in his mind lately after seeing her again. He’d avoided thinking about her for years and how they broke up. Now he’d seen her. His nerves jangled with anxiety. Why hadn’t anyone stepped in and made her clean up her act? Everett dreamt last night that he’d hunted down Rebecca’s latest boyfriend and strangled him for screwing up with her so much. He hadn’t seen a face in his dream, but he suspected his mind played tricks on him and that boyfriend was him. So, he’d gone through the early morning hours moody and wanting to b