Life Through the American TV Show World

At the party. 

Max stood at a distance, watching the garden. 

Before long, he saw the two of them part ways, clearly unhappy. 

"How did it go? What did she say?" 

Max quickly walked up to Adam. 

"She wants to get back together. I said no." 

Adam's expression was cold. 

"What a bitch!" 

Max scoffed, cursing. "Seriously? She has no shame!" 

As tall as she was, the woman acted as if Max didn't even exist. That was just infuriating! 

"Do you really think she wants to get back together?" 

Adam frowned. "She just has a serious control issue." 

"No way!" 

Max couldn't believe it. "You guys broke up years ago, and she still wants to control you?" 

"Sounds crazy, right?" 

Adam sighed. "But it's the truth. I even know this guy who's madly in love with her—he's from a wealthy family, completely obsessed. She keeps him hooked with just a few letters every year. If I were a nobody, she probably wouldn't care. But my success? That's not something she can just ignore." 

Once in love, forever a backup. 

She could dump you, but you had to stay devoted to her forever. 

That was Amy's twisted logic. 

Of course, most people—men and women alike—had a little bit of that mindset. But Amy? She took it to the extreme. 

"Ugh." 

Max was speechless that Adam could still be so full of himself at a time like this. 

"Uh-huh, uh-huh!" 

Adam's eyes lit up as he nodded enthusiastically. 

"…" 

Max shoved him, frowning. "Come on, be serious. What's your plan? I don't know why, but she freaks me out. She glanced at me, and I felt a chill down my spine. I've never met anyone like her before." 

"Stay away from her." 

Adam's tone turned serious. "Don't talk to her. Don't even acknowledge her. If you got that feeling, it means you're perceptive—she really is dangerous." 

Then, he told Max about how Amy had framed her ex-boyfriend and gotten him sent to prison. 

"Holy shit." 

Max gasped, a shiver running down his spine. "She's that ruthless?" 

"And that's just the tip of the iceberg." 

Adam warned, "She's capable of much worse. So, don't interact with her at all. Not even a little. Otherwise, she might decide to target you next." 

He had made things clear to Amy earlier, but judging by the look in her eyes, she wasn't backing down that easily. 

"What about you?" 

Max looked at Adam, worried. 

"I'll be fine." 

Adam smiled. "I've already warned her—if she tries anything, she'll regret it." 

"That's not what I'm worried about." 

Max smirked. "I'm worried about your little brother. His self-control isn't exactly top-tier." 

"Well, that's your fault." 

Adam shot back. "All you do is talk big, but if you were actually persuasive, we wouldn't even have this problem." 

As they bantered back and forth, Adam kept an eye on Amy. She stood there, her face expressionless, staring in their direction. 

He sighed. He already had a plan in mind. 

Meanwhile… 

"Amy, was that Adam Duncan just now? Do you know him?" 

An elderly couple approached, looking pleased. 

"Yes, he was my high school boyfriend." 

Amy replied calmly, looking at her parents. 

"Oh? That's an interesting connection!" 

Her mother's eyes lit up. 

"Yep." 

Amy smirked. "Pretty fitting for your 'Amazing Amy,' isn't it?" 

"You." 

Her mother shook her head, smiling along with her husband. "Our Amazing Amy is all grown up. You've won so many awards—maybe it's time to start a relationship. I think Adam Duncan is a good candidate. What do you think?" 

"Hmm." 

Her father, always cultured and gentle, nodded. "Famous from a young age, talented, good-looking, and childhood friends with you. He has great potential. Definitely worth considering." 

Amy's mother beamed, pleased with her idea. "So, what's the tone of this love story? Sweet and innocent? Or tragic and painful?" 

Inspired, the couple immediately started discussing the next book in the Amazing Amy series. 

Amy herself stood silently at the side, unfazed. 

She was used to this. 

Since childhood, she had lived in Amazing Amy's shadow. 

Her parents turned her life experiences into bestselling books. 

When she quit playing the cello at ten, Amazing Amy became a musical prodigy. 

When she got cut from the college volleyball team due to poor fitness, Amazing Amy made it onto the team. 

She hated dogs, yet Amazing Amy had an inseparable bond with a golden retriever named "Puddle"—because it made her character more relatable to readers. 

In the books, Amazing Amy was always a step ahead of her, always better, more perfect, more extraordinary. 

And she? 

She was just plain, flawed, real-world Amy. 

The truth was, she hated Amazing Amy. 

But, as her mother reminded her, Amazing Amy was like a big sister to her—the reason she had a house, a trust fund, and everything else. 

So she could only hate her in silence. 

Publicly, she had to maintain the persona of Amazing Amy's real-life counterpart. She even had to give interviews, sharing "behind-the-scenes" details about Amazing Amy's life—things that never happened, stories either made up by her parents or by herself. The readers loved them. 

And now, Amazing Amy was about to steal Adam, too. 

Amy turned to look at Adam, who was flirting with Max. 

Her eyes went cold. 

No one had ever rejected her before. 

In her world, no one was allowed to be that extraordinary—except her. 

"Amy, tell us about you and Adam Duncan!" 

Her mother spoke up again, eager. "I have a feeling this will be an amazing story." 

As for their daughter dating in high school? That didn't bother her at all. 

After all, Amazing Amy would never date as a teenager. That was their perfect daughter. 

Amy chuckled, her expression unreadable. 

"Oh, don't worry," she said with a smirk. "This story is going to be very exciting." 

But this time, Amazing Amy wouldn't be one step ahead. 

This time, she was going to control the narrative. 

Because she was the real Amazing Amy. 

After the Party 

Back at her apartment, Amy soaked in the bathtub, sipping champagne. 

Her eyes flickered with countless thoughts. 

An hour later, she stepped out, wrapped herself in a robe, and retrieved a notebook from a locked safe. 

She began to write: 

October 24, 1995 – Boston 

"Tonight, I attended a writer's networking party and unexpectedly ran into my high school ex-boyfriend. 

He's changed a lot—successful, confident. But just as I was the one to break up with him back then, I feel the same now. If there's no spark, there's no spark. But clearly, he doesn't see it that way…"