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The bridge to myself

The bridge to myself

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Evelyn Hart was a famous actress, adored by millions and celebrated for her talent. At the peak of her career, she gave it all up for love, setting aside her dreams to support her husband, a man who always treated her as ordinary and dispensable. Trapped in a toxic and suffocating relationship, Evelyn believed her sacrifice was an act of love-until the veil of illusion began to lift. When she finally breaks free from the chains of her past, Evelyn is determined to reclaim her life and career. On her journey to redemption, she crosses paths with Viktor Kane, a dangerous and enigmatic CEO whose polished exterior conceals deep ties to the underworld. The attraction between them is undeniable, and Viktor ignites not only passion in Evelyn but also a newfound strength to confront her fears and settle the score with the man who underestimated her.

Chapter 1 The Silence Breaks

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring out through the massive window that framed the Los Angeles skyline. The city was alive as always: honking horns, laughter, the relentless glow of neon lights. But inside this room, everything felt empty. The silence wasn't peaceful; it was shattered. Between my fingers, I clenched the golden wedding band that symbolized years of sacrifice. Sacrifices for a man who never saw what I had done for him.

When I left my acting career to help Daniel build his own, I thought it was love. I thought sharing my light with him would strengthen our relationship. But he didn't want a partner; he wanted a servant. Someone willing to dim their own shine so his could grow brighter. In the end, my sacrifice was never enough. And last night, after yet another bitter argument, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. This time, I didn't try to stop him.

I got up and walked to the bathroom. Pressing my hands against the cold marble sink, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My face was marked by exhaustion-dark circles under my eyes, lifeless skin. I barely recognized myself. How long had it been since I'd seen me? I sighed, my shoulders sagging. I couldn't do this anymore.

"It's over," I whispered to the mirror, feeling the weight of the words. They came out weak, but they were honest. This was the end.

I went back to the bedroom, grabbed my laptop, and opened my old email account. Among dozens of irrelevant messages, one caught my attention. It was from Richard, my former agent. He had always believed in me, even when I decided to walk away from my career.

"Evelyn, we need to talk. A big opportunity is coming up, and your name still carries weight. Don't let the past hold you back. Call me."

I stared at those words for a few seconds. Part of me wanted to ignore them, but something stronger pushed me to act. I typed a short response: "Can we meet today?" His reply came almost instantly: "Lunch at Balthazar, noon."

When I arrived at the restaurant, I felt nervous. Balthazar was the kind of place I frequented at the height of my career, but now it felt far removed from who I'd become. I sat at a discreet table and waited. Shortly after, Richard appeared. He was exactly as I remembered: confident, charismatic, and always with a reassuring smile.

"Evelyn," he said, giving me a warm hug. "Are you ready to come back?"

I nodded, a bit awkwardly.

"I think I am. I need to be."

He smiled knowingly, as if he understood more than I was saying.

"There's a perfect role for you. An intense drama, with an award-winning director. They want someone authentic, someone with real stories. Evelyn, this could be your big comeback."

I felt a mix of excitement and fear. The world I had left behind seemed to be calling me back. But I knew I couldn't return as the same person. I needed to reinvent myself.

In the days that followed, I decided things would be different this time. It wasn't just about resuming my career; it was about rediscovering myself. I hired a personal trainer, revisited old scripts that had once inspired me, and started rebuilding my confidence. Headlines soon surfaced: "Evelyn Hart Returns to the Spotlight." Some were positive, others questioned whether I still had the talent. But none of it mattered. This time, I was doing it for me.

Each morning began with a quiet moment on the balcony, sipping coffee as the sun rose over the city. I found solace in the stillness, letting the warmth of the morning light seep into my skin. Those moments became a ritual, a reminder that I was starting fresh.

It was during this process that I met Viktor Kane. He appeared at a charity event I had been invited to. Viktor was impossible to ignore-tall, charismatic, with a presence that dominated the room. When he approached me, I felt a mix of curiosity and caution.

"Evelyn Hart," he said, with an intriguing smile. "The woman everyone wants to see back in action."

I smiled faintly, maintaining a bit of distance.

"And you are...?"

"Viktor Kane. I make the impossible happen."

Something about him disarmed me, but it also put me on edge. Throughout the evening, we talked more than I had intended. Viktor was direct, provocative, and seemed to see beyond what I was showing. He said things that made me reflect, and before I realized it, I was intrigued by him.

Still, there was something about Viktor I couldn't fully grasp. He was powerful, that much was clear. But there was also a darkness in him, a shadow hinting at secrets I wasn't sure I wanted to uncover.

The audition for the role was approaching, and my emotions were running high. Richard had sent over the script, and I spent hours each day practicing lines, immersing myself in the character. She was a woman navigating loss and betrayal, fighting to reclaim her identity. In many ways, she felt like an extension of myself.

One evening, as I rehearsed in front of the mirror, my phone buzzed with a message from Viktor: "Dinner tomorrow? I'd like to get to know you better."

I stared at the screen, my heart racing. Part of me wanted to ignore him. The other part, the curious part, couldn't resist. After a moment's hesitation, I typed back: "Tomorrow. Seven. Your choice."

The next day, I found myself sitting across from Viktor in an intimate, dimly lit restaurant. The conversation flowed easily, but there was always an undercurrent of intensity with him. He asked questions that felt too personal, yet I answered them without hesitation. There was something magnetic about him, something that made me feel both seen and challenged.

"Why did you give it all up?" he asked suddenly, his piercing eyes locking onto mine.

"For love," I replied honestly. "Or what I thought was love."

"And now?"

"Now I'm learning to love myself again."

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Good. Because the world deserves to see you, Evelyn. The real you."

As the audition day loomed closer, I felt a shift within myself. It wasn't just about proving something to the world; it was about proving it to me. Standing on the edge of a new beginning, I knew this journey would be filled with challenges. But for the first time in years, I felt ready to face them.

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