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I’d been a ghostwriter for five years. Five scripts, and I’d taken my struggling actor boyfriend and turned him into a newly crowned Best Actor. Yet, at the awards ceremony, he declared his heartfelt devotion to his innocent junior mentee, whom he’d funded: “Thank you, my inspiration, my muse.” Daisy’s eyes glistened, tears threatening to spill. “Lucas, you shine so brightly. I only dared to hide in the shadows, quietly writing every word for you. I never thought…” The entire internet hailed them as a match made in heaven, while I, the real author, became his "burnt-out writer with no spark." My agent, Brenda Jenkins, advised me: “Just bear with it. He promised to use your script for his next project.” I smiled. That night, I registered an account and posted on Ins. “Hello everyone, I’m Willow Hayes, the screenwriter for ‘Long Night.’” On the live broadcast of the awards ceremony, Lucas Thorne stood under the spotlight, handsome in his custom-tailored suit, his face displaying a perfectly measured excitement. He clutched the Best Actor trophy, a symbol of the highest honor. I sat in my dimly lit living room, the computer screen before