Chapter 4: Truths Revealed

I was completely stunned. I couldn't even reach for my snack. The pieces were falling into place, but I wasn't sure I liked the picture.

The director quickly cut away. The stream jumped to a wide shot of the crowd. It felt staged, but the drama was real.

The host cleared his throat and changed the subject. He fumbled for his cue cards, trying to steer the show back on track.

On camera, Caleb stared intently at his phone screen. Then he turned to look at my sister. For a heartbeat, everything else faded out.

Aubrey slowly turned to look at him, too. Their eyes met, then quickly darted away. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

[Are you two really going to show off your relationship this openly?]

[And Anki, wait—did he go home for a matchmaking session?]

Meanwhile, Madison's gaze flickered between Aubrey and Caleb. She looked both amused and slightly threatened. Drama, live and unfiltered.

I quietly entered Anki's fan forum and posted on Twitter. My hands trembled, but I couldn't help myself.

Soon, an enthusiastic fan replied:

[Anki, real name Caleb Anderson. Led WG to win the championship in last year's spring split, then took a break for personal reasons.]

[Girl, did you fall for him too?]

[By the way, your fanart is gorgeous! Can I commission a drawing of Anki showing off his abs?]

My hand trembled as I held my phone. Was this really happening?

When I first downloaded the game, he was already on break. No wonder I couldn't find him on the tournament roster. The mystery was solved, but it didn't make me feel any better.

So in the end—

He really was a pro player. The truth hit me with the force of a freight train.

But I'm not actually a celebrity... The lie felt heavier now, knowing what it cost.

In the livestream, the match had already begun. I could barely focus. My mind kept spinning with what-ifs.

Even in a fun exhibition match, it was obvious how much the jungler protected and looked after the mid laner. The little gestures, the way he hovered nearby—it all meant something, even if no one else could see it.

Whenever two enemies went missing from the mid lane, he would immediately rush over to guard the bush,

And for a split second, it felt like he was protecting me again—not just in-game, but for real. My heart hammered. Was this just muscle memory... or did he know?