These Days, She Wasn't Exactly Thrilled To Be Receiving Texts. They Either Came From Her Old Manager

barbara: for you to honestly think that i would say something that would put the custody you have in jeopardy is ridiculous and downright insulting. barbara: i. didn't. say. anything. to anyone. i kept it between us. i don't know how someone would know, let alone if they know about this or if they're talking about something else entirely. oh trust me, that much is clear because you would be looking at all the possibilities instead of immediately blaming me.

nick: you do know that if priyanka finds out about our affair i may lose custody of my daughter? i know you don't know her, but jealousy is an understatement when it comes to her. straight up possession like the fucking exorcist. nick: of course everyone got it... that means that someone talked. and i didn't talk... so you must've had to talk. how else would this mysterious hacker guy know? i'm no bill nye the fucking science guy, but it's SCIENCE, barbie. SCIENCE.

A new project is always exciting though! I might be just a little out of the loop here, what's this new project that you're going to be doing? I'm sending you all the good vibes that I can, I'm sure you'll smash it.

summer is upon us and i thought that i was going to be taking it easy. however, i just got my training schedule for my new project. i'm super excited to get back into the ring since i used to kick box but i'm nervous! i'm sure i'll be looking like a completely different version of myself within a month or so. @hwstarters

I've heard a lot of different opinions of it, but I really liked it. It was a good movie. And no, that's not disappointing at all, from what I've heard you've been quite the busy man. How does it feel to be back in the theatre? No, no. Your chance at impressing me is definitely not blown.

we are allowed to talk about it but i'm afraid i'm about to disappoint you. i have not actually seen it yet. i also do not have an in with it, i'm afraid my pull doesn't reach quite that far. have i totally blown my chance at impressing you?

Me? A Queen? Ugh, you're so sweet. You are such a Queen. Oh, how did I forget about your Coachella one? That one was also good. You got a lot of shit from BBC or people in general? Who do I have to fight?

Yeah but coming from a queen as yourself means so much so thank you! Oh my gosh really? That's one of mine as well, next to my Coachella one. Right? And that was very hard for me might I add. Oh I got a lot of shit but I'm kinda used to it now sadly.

At this point, the more prepared side of me should have this go bag ready for whatever impromptu trip we're summoned on but even then I fear something will go missed. It's awful, really. I'm glad to hear that I'm not the only one who forgets things sometimes. I'm definitely not upset about having to go shopping, I was planning on doing it anyways, but this just gives me a solidified reason other than 'I wanted to'. And having a shopping buddy is always the best way to do it.

oh my god, i feel i could start packing weeks in advance and there would still be something that i forget. i like your excuse though of meaning we get to go shopping. i would love to go with you.

barbara: what could you possibly be coming to me about that involves your daughter, nicholas? barbara: wait wait wait, pump the brakes. you mean the text that literally everyone got?? from the wise words of queen swift, you need to calm down. i didn't say anything to anybody. and may i remind you, you got that text too, but did i immediately run to you and jump down your throat about it? no, i didn't.

nick: i don't have time for formalities when my daughter is involved, barbara. nick: i'm sure you received the same mysterious text message that i did a couple days ago. who the fuck did you tell? i mean, seriously?!

Despite the conditions that they were brought to Vegas for, Barbara was going to make the best of it. Vegas was for going out, drinking with friends and all around having a good time. She was not going to fret over a text message from whoever the hell it was. With her lesser lip caught between her teeth, Barbara combed through her clothes before she found her best short party dress. It wasn't long before she was strapping on her favorite heels and grabbing her things before heading down to the hotel bar. Threading through the mass of people, Barbara would only stop for a few seconds to say hello to some people who had stopped her. Finally making her way to the bar, Barbara leaned against the counter, bright smile and all as she ordered some tequlia shots to start with. Stepping to the side as another stepped up to the bar, Barbara looked over to see Nick. "Well hello, stranger. Fancy seeing you here." The small smirk dances on her lips, "Want to do a couple shots with me?" @joncs

BARBARA PALVIN ph. at the 80th Venice International Film Festival

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cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater number one . . . was the fun worth ending your marriage? you were serving more than looks, barbie! how about those divorce papers? it's a real shame you can't call yourself a MILF now... though by a technicality, you might still qualify. baby sprouse or baby jonas? the possibilities are quite endless. aren't they?

The hot steam from the shower relaxed muscles she didn't even know were tense, she needed this. A long, scalding hot shower so she could just be and not wear the mask that she's donned on with just about everyone else. In truth, Barbara hasn't been happy for a long while. Things with her marriage started out great, as any marriage would. But as time went on, she could feel the disconnect between her and Dylan, smiles that didn't reach eyes, going to bed without any 'I love you's.' she was a prisoner in her own marriage and she hated it. So, Barbara sought out the comfort, in whatever form it came in with Nick instead. It was a whirlwind of excitement and fire and not too long after that, Barbara was filing for divorce. Not wanting to stay in a marriage where she was no longer happy. That whirlwind of excitement and fire turned to instant nerves when she found out she was pregnant, the math not giving her a clear answer as to who's baby it was - Nick's or Dylan's. The nerves were the loudest emotion she had during that time, but the small seed of excitement of being a mother was there - until it was ripped away from her, leaving her in a mess of anger and hate like she hasn't felt before. The steam is almost suffocating, but she revels in it - eyes closed as she leans her back against the shower wall. That's when she hears her phone and her jaw locks, he really did have the most awful timing ever didn't he? Pulling back the curtain, Barbara dries her hand on a throw towel before grabbing her phone and swiping up to unlock. So it wasn't Nick - this time at least. She reads the text, then rereads it again, and again almost wishing that it would just disappear. The tears, a mix of sadness at what could of been and anger for what did happen blur her vision as her throat tightens. 'Fuck the fuck off, why don't you?' She sends the quick text before tossing the phone away from her, the device landing with a thud at the bottom of her bathroom door. This charade of pretending to be okay was slowly coming undone and she fucking hated it, she hated herself for everything she lost.