Chapter 3Her Buried Past

January 6th, 2021

Sorry for ignoring you, Diary. I’ve been busy working as an extra.

But I need to ramble today.

How do people make a lot of money?

What if I started spending ten dollars a day on a lottery ticket?

A meal on set costs ten dollars. If I skip dinner, I can save that much.

What if I actually won?

I know I shouldn’t be fantasizing about winning the lottery, Diary.

But I’m just so broke.

I can’t ask Rick for money, though. He’s already under so much pressure.

He’s filming late into the night, every night.

And during the day, he takes on freelance editing jobs to make extra cash.

He’s so exhausted, but he always pretends to be fine, telling me, “Don’t worry, baby, I’m not tired.”

It breaks my heart.

I’ll figure something out on my own.

Attached photo:

Rick’s perfect sleeping face.

Something to look at when the days feel hopeless~

The host paused. “Mr. Brown, I have to ask. Did you know Zara was so desperate for money at this time?”

Rick shook his head. “I was her husband. If she needed money and didn’t tell me, it must have been for something shameful.”

“Then again,” he added with a sneer, “it’s no surprise, considering all the disgusting things she did later.”

“She’d do anything for money. It’s pathetic.”

The host sighed and continued reading.