17. Oops, He Did It Again
17
OOPS, HE DID IT AGAIN
brEAKING NEWS: Our beloved rock sensation, Kaan, wrapped up his Asian tour last night with a show-stopping concert in Manila.
By his side was none other than his fabulous wife, best-selling author Miz Meg Martin. As the cameras flashed and fans swooned, there was something else that caught our eye—could it be a baby bump?!
Yes, darlings, the rumour mills are spinning faster than a DJ's turntable at a dance party! Is Miz Martin sporting the cutest little baby bump? Are we about to welcome a mini-rockstar into the world, or is Miz Martin simply enjoying Manila’s mouthwatering local cuisine a little too much?
Stay tuned for more juicy details, because this story is just getting started!
I'm Pippa Ellis, and this is Fame and No-Sense—where the scandal is fresh and the rumours are sizzling!
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It’s been a long 18 hours, a seemingly never-ending journey that has taken its toll on both my body and mind. Probably the longest 18 hours of my life. The flight from Manila was a harrowing experience, disrupted by the relentless forces of a typhoon, causing turbulence that left me gripping the armrests with the strength that could have won me a gold medal in arm-wrestling! But that wasn’t the only reason why these hours felt interminable. It was because 18 hours ago I walked out on the love of my life.
Kaan.
Husband.
Rockstar.
Reformed alcoholic.
And he has fallen off the wagon again.
I know I should be supportive. I know I need to be there for him. I promised him I would, and I have in the past. But this time is different. This time it’s not about me. I gently place my hand on the mound on my tummy.
This time, it’s about our baby, our son.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady the turmoil within me. I can’t let Kaan's struggles jeopardise our child’s future. I need to put our baby first.
It’s hard to believe that just a few months ago, Kaan and I were living the dream. The rockstar lifestyle, the fame, the travel—everything seemed perfect. But then the news of our unexpected pregnancy changed everything.
At first, Kaan was over the moon. He promised to be the best father and husband. He vowed to change, to leave his reckless past behind for the sake of our child. And for a while, it seemed like he was really trying.
But addiction is a beast that’s hard to tame, and despite his efforts, I could see that Kaan was slipping back into his old habits. Being on tour certainly didn’t help things. With the late-night parties, the crazy hours and the lack of sleep—alcohol is an ever-present test to his sobriety.
Last night was the final show of his Asian tour, and I could see the exhaustion in Kaan’s eyes. The concert had been a success, a raucous celebration of music and energy, but I knew the toll it had taken on him—it was enough to make anyone crave an escape.
When he stumbled into our suite, I couldn’t deny the undeniable truth. The scent of alcohol clung to him, and he was struggling to keep himself upright. Until then I wasn’t sure if he had broken his sobriety, but it was evident he was falling over himself drunk.
We fought.
Oh, how we fought.
Kaan swore he hadn’t had a drink, but the evidence was hard to ignore.
We went back and forth, arguing until the early hours of the morning. Kaan’s promises and denials were met with my tears and frustration. It was a cycle we had been through before, and each time it tears me apart a little more. In the end, we both retreated to our separate corners of the suite, the fight leaving us both emotionally drained. As the sun began to rise, I made my decision. I packed my bag and went straight to the airport to fly to Istanbul.
I can’t change Kaan. That’s something he needs to do on his own. But I can change the path I’m on. I can create a safe and loving environment for our baby, one that isn’t tainted by addiction and despair.
I’ll always love him, but right now, my priority is our baby’s happiness and well-being. And as I feel the gentle kicks and flutters from our son, I know I made the right decision.
But now is not the time. Now it’s about spending Christmas with my best friend, Ginny, and her family.
“MEG!” Ginny jumps out of her seat and races across the foyer towards the front door.
I throw myself into her arms. “Surprise!”
She hugs me tightly, and I finally feel safe in the warmth of her embrace. “How are you here?”
“Do you think I was going to miss out on the chance of being with the Grinch on Christmas?”
I’ve never been so happy to see someone in my life. Spending Christmas here with Ginny and her family is like a ray of sunshine piercing through the clouds of last night’s devastation.
“Aydin! Stop telling everyone I’m the Grinch!” Ginny turns to glare at her husband playfully. “Don’t you listen to a word he says. I love Christmas!”
“We both know that’s a lie!” Tears begin to form but I push them away. “Anyway, there was no way I was going to miss meeting your mother! I mean, your MOTHER!”
She pulls away from the hug and looks at me closely. I hope my face isn’t giving away my feelings. “You look... tired.”
I manage a weak smile, trying to brush it off, but deep down, I know I can’t hide the exhaustion and emotional turmoil that has left its mark on me. “It’s been a long day.”
It hasn’t been a long day, it’s been a long six months.