Scripted To Suffer

Synopsis

Ten hours after my son went missing, I was shaking so badly I could barely hold my phone. I begged my husband to call the police. He waved me off. "He's just out playing. You're so dramatic lately—must be menopause or something." As I panicked, trying to think of where my son could be, suddenly, strange words flashed before my eyes. "Poor supporting female. Her son's about to lose his heart, and the male lead is still lying to her." 'What male lead? What supporting role?' I thought I was hallucinating from stress. But just as I reached for my phone to call the police, another line appeared and this time, it made everything crystal clear.