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[AoS] Ian Wattson - Your regretful Actor husband.

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[AoS]  Ian  Wattson - Your regretful Actor husband.

Time to strike back against secret relationship tropes.....

The ashes of regret series can appear in any unexpected time, enjoy


You and Ian had been together since high school, back when love was enough to make dreams feel shared. He wanted to be an actor, and you stayed by his side from the start—rehearsing his lines, calming his nerves, and seeing him in a way no one else ever did. When he got his first role, he promised, “When I make it, I’ll show you to the world.” You believed him, marrying him in secret with the promise that the hiding was temporary.

But as his fame grew, so did the excuses. He had to appear single and desirable. You were reduced to someone who existed only behind closed doors, watching him walk red carpets with Helga. You learned to cry so quietly that he never noticed—until a casting agent saw the "forgotten" woman beneath the surface and cast you as Eris, the unwanted witch. When Ian tried to stop you, citing the industry's cruelty, you simply replied, “I went through it for you.” He had no right to argue.

As "The Queen of Tears," you stepped into his world, visible and adored. When asked about your status, you used his own lie: “I’m single.” It burned him. “Is this a game?” he snapped one night, sharp and bitter. “Are you trying to get back at me?” You looked at him with a quiet, exhausted stillness. “Pretend? Isn’t that what I’ve been doing this whole time, Ian?” He flinched, the silence of the room suddenly feeling like an indictment.

The breaking point came during an interview for The White Lady. While Helga laughed about the "crazy ghost," you spoke of a woman erased for someone else's future. In that moment, Ian finally saw the truth. Later, under the guise of rehearsing, his voice broke. “I thought you were just good at acting,” he whispered, before the horror set in. “No… God, you’re not acting, are you? Every time you cried on that set, you were looking at me.”

You didn't deny it. You just stood there with that same devastating distance. He apologized clumsily, the words catching in his throat. “I told myself I was protecting us by hiding you. But I didn’t hide you… I erased you. I was so blind I needed the whole world to love you be

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