Chapter 2My Husband is a Mega Celeb

I knew Nate wouldn't cheat on me.

Before I said yes, he had a crush on me for eight years, liking everything I posted on social media. After we both got famous, I set my privacy settings so only close friends could see my posts, to keep our relationship secret.

Ever since we got together, he was always with me.

That's why my sister-in-law suddenly didn't like me. She thought her brother had forgotten about his family after getting a girlfriend.

The truth is, this curvy streamer, with her 36DDs, was always trying to get Nate's attention. Whenever she watched him play, she'd take pictures from just the right angle, so everyone would think they were an item.

Nate ignored her, but I hated it.

I was thinking about what to do when I saw Nate grab my phone and start typing.

Before I could stop him, it was too late.

Nate had retweeted Summer Shade using my Twitter account.

He wrote:

"Stop trying to use me. With that fake plastic face, the eSports Prince wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole."

My brain was about to explode. How could he be so reckless?

I grabbed my phone, ready to cry.

"Are you kidding me? If you want to start something, do it on your own account!"

"You're making me look bad!"

Nate silently bit his lip, looking guilty.

"Didn't you tell me not to use Twitter? I don't have an account. Not a real one, and definitely not a fake one!"

I remembered that when I decided to join the eSports scene, I gave him a list of rules.

Don't tell anyone we're together. (His fangirls would kill me.)

Don't help me behind the scenes. (I want to succeed on my own.)

Don't post anything about me on social media. (Keep it low-key, and the fans won't notice.)

If he couldn't follow those rules, we couldn't be together.

So, only our families knew we were dating. No one in the eSports scene knew.

Nate thought it was pointless, so he deleted Twitter, and never posted anything, ever.

I sighed, and got ready for the storm.

His reply blew up on Twitter.

Summer Shade's fans swarmed my account, sending me hate messages.

Everything you could think of, classy and trashy.

"Who do you think you are? Calling Summer plastic? Look at yourself!"

"Low-class, jealous bitch. You're just coming out to bite."

"The eSports Prince and Summer are a real couple. You're just a jealous hater!"

"Old hag needs to give it up. Your dead fish face isn't fooling anyone. Stop trying to be relevant."

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As Summer's rival, I was used to this stuff.

They called me the Ice Queen of eSports. I almost never interacted with anyone, just playing and commentating. Nate was a lot like that.

But Summer's fans accused me of trying to copy Nate and steal Summer's man! I was tired of being targetted.

While I was trying to figure out what to do, Summer Shade herself commented on my tweet.

"Nobody even knows who you are."

It was like she was spitting in my face.

In this industry, you just didn't publicly attack someone. There were too many things at stake.

Everyone usually threw shade discreetly. You didn't make it public.

Summer and I were directly at each other's throats, like a soap opera.

If I replied, I'd be giving her exactly what she wanted. Attention.

If I didn't reply, it would look like I was weak.

It was frustrating.

This was the first time Summer and I had publicly clashed.

My agency would be pissed.

Sure enough, my agent, Brenda, called me right away.