

Ben Taylor and Dominique Rose join the couch to spill everything about their roles in "Hear Me Once More." From messy plot twists to the unique challenges of vertical TV, they dive into what made this project unforgettable—on screen and off.

April Simpson takes the blame for murder to protect Reuben Rogers.Seven years later, now facing execution, she's granted ten days of compassionate leave to earn money for her mother's surgery by working as a hostess. There she encounters Reuben, who has become a business mogul. Believing she abandoned him for money years ago, he humiliates her with his wealth. On execution day, Dexter Edwards arrives with new evidence that saves her life.After her release, April desperately needs a liver transplant due to complications from her previous donation. But Reuben forcibly takes the donor liver for Kiara Simpson instead, causing April's mother to die suddenly. In despair, April attempts suicide. Finally learning the truth, a maddened Reuben searches frantically until he finds April, but she now suffers from amnesia. He carefully guards this final tenderness between them, but the truth will eventually shatter this fragile peace.
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April Simpson takes the blame for murder to protect Reuben Rogers.Seven years later, now facing execution, she's granted ten days of compassionate leave to earn money for her mother's surgery by working as a hostess. There she encounters Reuben, who has become a business mogul. Believing she abandoned him for money years ago, he humiliates her with his wealth. On execution day, Dexter Edwards arrives with new evidence that saves her life.After her release, April desperately needs a liver transplant due to complications from her previous donation. But Reuben forcibly takes the donor liver for Kiara Simpson instead, causing April's mother to die suddenly. In despair, April attempts suicide. Finally learning the truth, a maddened Reuben searches frantically until he finds April, but she now suffers from amnesia. He carefully guards this final tenderness between them, but the truth will eventually shatter this fragile peace.

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."