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The Actor’s Wife
It’s never a good idea to fall in love with an ideal.
Tavish Landon had always been a mercurial man. Though he put on a good exterior for interviews — always a charmer, especially with that sexy accent — it was a well-kept secret that he was a nightmare to work with on sets. He wasn’t a writer or a director by any means, but he was a method actor who made his coworkers’ lives a living hell. It was a wonder he even had a career after so many years. One might say it was almost supernatural how he managed to secure role after role despite his problematic behavior.
Then he met her by happenstance. It was in a grocery store while he was in Denver. She was with someone else — an older gentleman, it looked like, perhaps her father — but she was a beacon to him in the distance. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. But he knew he couldn’t approach her as an ordinary man.
No, he snuck into her life in glimpses, but mostly in her workplace. He’d affected quite a few roles there in the hope that she would notice him, that she would take his hand, that she would allow him into her world inch by inch.
But it never happened. He always came away frustrated and disappointed. His mind festered with the puppet strings of chaos itself. He had no intent to save the world: rather, he wanted to sit back and watch as…
