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Divorcing the Arrogant Movie Star
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The day my husband's tenth series became a runaway hit. Mom and Dad rode a bus for ten hours to reach the backstage of his press event. Clutched tight in their hands was a postcard printed with a stil...
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第1章
The day my husband's tenth series became a runaway hit.
Mom and Dad rode a bus for ten hours to reach the backstage of his press event.
Clutched tight in their hands was a postcard printed with a still from his show.
"Ebony Winfield's little brother is a fan of yours. He's about to take his college admissions exams. Could you sign an autograph for him?"
He didn't even lift his head from the script.
"The meet-and-greet is in half an hour. Wait outside."
Mom and Dad backed out the door.
Then he spoke again.
"You don't look good standing there. Go wait outside the venue."
By the time I arrived with the congratulatory gift,
Mom and Dad had already been standing in the 99-degree sun for two hours.
Staff and fans came and went, in and out.
No one cared how much longer the two old people had to wait.
I rushed backstage.
"You're clearly done with everything. Why won't you let them come inside?!"
"Two special guests haven't arrived yet. I'm not done."
His private car pulled up at the venue's entrance.
Brendan Stephens went out himself.
Walked right past my parents.
And helped his female assistant's parents down from the car.
He carried the elderly couple's luggage himself.
"You must be worn out after the whole trip here."
Then he personally escorted the two of them to the VIP seats.
Seated them among all the big names in the industry.
Not once, the whole time, did he ask whether my parents were still outside.
After the press event ended.
He stretched a hand out toward me.
"Your parents' postcard. Hand it over."
I tore it to pieces in a few quick motions.
"Thank you, Mr. Stephens. That won't be necessary."
......
The scraps drifted to the floor.
Brendan Stephens glanced at them.
The corner of his mouth curled.
"So proud?
"Don't come back later with a new one and ask me to sign it.
"I have a lot going on. I won't have time to make it up to you."
"Don't worry."
My fist clenched.
"I will never go back on this."
"That's for the best."
He turned around.
His assistant Libby Fox's parents were just walking out of the hall.
Brendan Stephens stepped over at once, supporting Libby's mother down the stairs.
"The climate control broke down in the hall. I'm sorry you had to suffer through that.
"Let me take you to my lounge first. There's air conditioning inside, and fruit. You can rest."
Libby's father and mother widened their eyes in delighted surprise.
"Can we really go in there? Isn't that against the rules?"
"It's fine. I'll say you're my guests. No one will stop you."
"Oh my, our daughter found herself a wonderful boss!"
Brendan Stephens laughed softly.
I stood a short distance away.
Watching with my own eyes as Brendan Stephens ushered the two of them into that lounge marked no unauthorized entry.
The room my parents had waited two hours outside and still couldn't get into.
Someone else's parents walked right in, easy as anything.
My nails dug deep into my palms.
I turned to leave.
A staff member suddenly called out to me.
"Are you heading out? Do me a favor and toss these entry passes in the trash by the door."
And with that she shoved a few hundred entry passes into my hands.
I looked at the staff member, numb.
"Aren't these...really hard to get? How are there so many left over?"
"Hmm? Oh, these?"
She smiled. "Award-Winning Actor Stephens is the star of the press event, after all. He's got plenty of entry passes on hand."
Watching her walk away.
The thick stack of passes crumpled in my grip.
One of them.
Was one I'd fought to get myself.
Camped in front of my computer at midnight.
Waiting for the moment they went on sale.
Clicking the mouse like mad.
I hadn't gotten one.
I'd even had to buy from a scalper at a steep price.
I looked at that pass I'd spent three days fighting to get my hands on.
Then I looked at that shut lounge door.
And suddenly I laughed.
So it turned out that Brendan Stephens could have just handed me any one of them, and that would have been enough.
第2章
So it turned out he had hundreds of them left over.
And he still wouldn't spare my parents even two.
Just so they could step inside and get out of the sun.
I threw the hundreds of entry passes into the trash can by the door.
Waiting at the roadside pavilion, my parents scrambled to their feet.
The look in their eyes was full of hope:
"Well? Did our son-in-law sign it?"
I looked at them:
"Dad, Mom, we don't need the autographed photo anymore."
"That... your mom and I can let it go, it's just your brother, he..."
"I'll talk to him!"
I gritted my teeth.
I looked at my parents.
Just to get a chance to see their son-in-law.
They'd gone and bought two new shirts for the trip.
So they'd look a little more presentable.
The coarse fabric had rubbed their necks red.
My father's back was worse, the cloth clinging to it, a huge dark patch of sweat soaked through.
My eyes stung, and I bit down hard:
"Dad, Mom, let me take you home first so you can change and shower."
Back at the six-thousand-square-foot, three-story mansion.
I sent my parents to shower first.
Then I went up to the third floor, the one set aside for visiting guests.
One of the master bedrooms was already taken.
Brendan had saved the biggest, most comfortable room for Libby's parents.
Normally only directors or investors were put up here.
I paused for a moment in the doorway.
I clenched my fist.
Then I turned and picked a master bedroom farther from theirs and started getting it ready.
I was in the middle of spreading the comforter.
When Brendan walked in.
"You're letting your parents sleep here tonight?"
"Yes, they've got a train tomorrow. It's closer this way."
"They can't sleep here."
My hands froze on the bedding.
I turned:
"Why?"
"This is a guest room."
"My parents don't count as guests?"
I stared at him in disbelief.
"I... ahem! That's not what I meant."
"Are you worried my parents are going to freeload off you?"
I pulled out my own debit card:
"Don't worry, Brendan. Every penny my parents cost while they're staying here, I'll pay for it myself!"
"Enough, Ebony!"
Brendan pushed my hand back:
"Are you going to make me say it out loud?"
I was a little lost:
"Say what?"
Brendan clicked his tongue:
"They'll dirty the place."
I froze where I stood.
For a second I even thought I'd misheard.
"What did you say?
"My parents will dirty the place?"
I stepped closer to him:
"Then what about me, Brendan?
"I was born to those same parents. Should I move out too?"
"Is that what I said?"
Brendan snapped:
"I only told you to put your parents up somewhere else! Why do you always have to twist what people mean!"
"Did I really twist it?"
"Enough, Ebony Winfield."
Brendan pinched the bridge of his nose:
"You can't always be this relentless and this suspicious. If Libby had heard what I just said, she wouldn't have read into it the way you do.
"Sometimes you need to get out more, learn to be a little more forgiving.
"There are hotels near the house. Just find any one of them and put them up there."
"Brendan!"
I blocked his way: "My parents are only staying one night! They won't bother you!"
"Not even one night."
Brendan looked at me coldly:
"If you haven't taken them out of here within half an hour, I'll call the police."
My eyes went wide.
"I'll report them for trespassing."
I stood frozen there, unable to move a muscle.
He walked out.
第3章
A servant came in holding a fresh comforter, waiting for instructions.
He spoke.
"Yes, that's the one. Make up the bed again for Mr. and Mrs. Fox."
"Put two extra people on duty tonight, in case they call for someone and you don't hear them."
"They came a long way to see their daughter. It isn't easy for them, so take good care of them."
"Yes, sir. But the director of the new project is visiting tonight as well, and that guest room they're in—"
Brendan thought about it for less than two seconds.
"Just tell him the room's being renovated and book him a hotel. I'll go over and talk to him there. Unless it's important, don't disturb the two of them."
"Understood."
My fists clenched so tight they trembled.
I went downstairs.
My parents' luggage, bags large and small, had been dumped by the front door.
No need to spell it out.
I already knew whose idea it was.
They'd changed into the new clothes I'd bought them.
They stood beside their luggage.
Looking at the pile the servants had stacked outside the door, saying nothing.
"Dad, Mom, I'll book you a hotel tonight."
"All right."
They picked up their bags.
Then smiled.
"When you go out on a trip, you're supposed to stay at a hotel. If you stay at someone's house, is that even a vacation?"
My eyes stung as I reached for their hands.
"Right. I'll get you the best one there is."
By the time I'd gotten my parents settled and come back.
It was already dark.
Brendan had finished the day's visitors.
Yet the light in his study was still on.
I'd just walked past it.
When I heard a girl's soft, gentle voice from inside.
"Brendan, is it okay if I write it like this?"
My steps froze.
Through the gap in the door.
I could see Libby Fox sitting beside Brendan.
The two of them under the same desk lamp.
Shoulder against shoulder, reading over the same script.
"Oh no! I got the male lead's name wrong again! Let me fix it!"
"It's fine, I'll fix it for you."
Brendan clicked his pen and patiently drew two neat lines through it, then rewrote the male lead's name.
Then, following that line, he kept reading down the page.
Crossing out the next misspelled male lead's name and correcting it again.
"I'm sorry, Brendan, I've made so many mistakes."
"Not that many."
Brendan turned to the next page.
Another error.
He crossed it out again.
Wrote it out again.
Page after page went by.
Brendan corrected a hundred and sixty-three of them.
"It's all my fault."
Libby tapped her own head.
"I wrote it up all night, and somewhere in there I typed the male lead's name wrong."
"Take your time, there's no rush. A script always needs a long time to polish."
In that instant.
It hit me like a thunderbolt.
I could still faintly remember three months ago, when I'd begged him to look over my original script.
He'd only glanced at it.
Then pointed at a single printing error in the male lead's name and said coldly.
"If you can't even remember your own character's name, then I'd suggest you stop profaning this industry."
But now.
Brendan picked up the pen once more.
Patiently crossing out the female lead's name Libby had gotten wrong.
Carefully correcting it to the right one.
Libby pouted.
"I'm sorry, Brendan, I should have checked everything properly before coming to you."
"If you'd checked everything properly, then what would you need me for?"
I bit down hard on my lip.
From inside the room came Libby's aggrieved voice again.
"Brendan, I've made mistakes this many times. There won't be anyone who refuses to buy my script, will there? Am I really just that bad, not cut out for this path…"
"Of course not."
Brendan gave her a soothing smile.
"No one succeeds right from the start. What matters is being bold enough to try."
第4章
“I'll bring in the best director and producer I know to polish your script together. As for funding, I'll cover it. Write freely.”
My feet, already turning to leave, froze mid-step.
I looked back.
Under the warm yellow glow of the desk lamp, Libby's face was lit with delight.
I clenched my fists.
I turned and walked toward my own study.
I gave the door a push.
It didn't budge.
The door was locked.
“Your study. Let Libby use it for a while.”
Brendan appeared behind me.
Libby trailed beside him, hugging her script.
She smiled and waved at me.
“Ebony!”
My hand was still gripping the doorknob.
“Why?”
“Libby's first script matters a great deal to her. She needs a perfect environment to create in.
“There's no better spot than your study. She can even look at the ocean while she writes.”
I spoke.
“But I need to write too.”
“That rural-themed vanity project of yours?”
I went rigid. “Brendan, that's my life's work.”
“Don't be ridiculous, Ebony.”
Brendan pushed open the door to my study.
“Nobody wants to watch a bunch of small-town nobodies and their petty little lives.
“Libby's urban piece, once it's done, has limitless potential.”
“Do ordinary people not deserve to be seen?”
“Ebony.”
Brendan frowned and turned his head. “Libby graduated from film school. Do you honestly think you understand scripts better than we do?”
The hand gripping the hem of my shirt trembled faintly.
He let out a soft laugh.
The door closed in my face.
A moment later, the sound of them discussing the script drifted through it.
Along with Libby's soft, gentle laughter.
I went back to the bedroom.
I opened that notebook from ten years ago.
I sat on the bed.
I drew in a deep breath.
I opened the script I'd sealed away long ago.
Even if no one would help me read it.
Even if no one would ever buy my script.
At the very least, I wanted to know how far from the finish line I fell.
A week later.
Brendan came to find me on his own.
“You entered the screenplay competition?”
“Yes.”
“Do you even know there are veteran artists from overseas on the judging panel this time?”
“I know.”
“You know, and you still go out and embarrass yourself?”
I looked up from my screenwriting manual.
Brendan looked down at me.
“I read your script. Nothing but rural-style whining from start to finish.
“No one wants to see what happens to a pack of country folk about to be left behind by the times.”
“They're not just country folk. They represent an entire era. They're witnesses to nearly a century of rural change.”
Brendan laughed.
“When it all comes down to it, Ebony, you just had your eye on that twenty-million-dollar adaptation fee, didn't you?”
I went rigid.
Brendan seemed to see right through me, and he let out a soft laugh.
“It's true. Once a script gets selected this time, there's a guaranteed twenty-million-dollar adaptation fee.
“But entering doesn't mean you'll win it.
“And on top of that, the results will be livestreamed. Even the losing entries will have their names posted publicly, along with the reasons they were rejected.
“Ebony, when that happens, everyone's going to see every criticism of your script.”
I clenched my fists.
“Even if it's criticism, I'll accept it.”
“I'm not letting you enter for your own good.”
“Thank you, Brendan.”
I gritted my teeth. “I don't need it.”
He looked at me.
As if he were looking at a lunatic.
He let out a soft laugh, edged with a hint of mockery.
“Suit yourself. But I'm telling you now.
“Your script has zero adaptation value. I won't fix a single word for you.”
I went rigid.
第5章
He raised an eyebrow.
"You think that just because you submitted some garbage script behind my back, I'd grit my teeth and polish it for you out of some sense of husbandly duty?
"You're wrong.
"Libby's script is the mainstream genre. I've already taken it on. I don't have time for yours.
"If you still won't back down after all this, then all I can do is wish you luck."
"So Mr. Stephens thinks I'm forcing you to help me with edits?"
I gritted my teeth.
"Aren't you?"
"Rest assured."
The fist I had pressed against the desk trembled faintly.
"I won't trouble Mr. Stephens to fix a single word for me. And until the results come out, I won't bother Mr. Stephens at all!"
He said nothing.
He only sighed and shook his head.
He left me with a look of pity.
Then turned and walked away.
My heart was pounding.
Until the phone rang.
It was my brother.
"Sis, I read your script. It felt really real to me. But I've got my college admissions exams on the day of the competition, so I can't make it. Wishing you a triumph in advance!"
"You always know just what to say."
I laughed.
"By the way, I couldn't get your brother-in-law's autograph for you, so you…"
"It's fine, Sis. Mom and Dad went back home. I… I don't want it anymore."
I let out a soft breath of relief.
"Okay."
On the day of the competition.
I sat in an unremarkable seat in the venue.
At the very front, the presumed winners were already lined up in a row.
Those were the writers the organizers considered most likely to have their scripts chosen.
And Libby Fox was among them.
Brendan Stephens sat beside her.
One of them sat rigid and upright, knees pressed together, nervous.
The other lounged with his legs crossed, waiting at ease for the announcement that would crown the assistant he'd backed.
Brendan's gaze drifted to me out of the corner of his eye.
He gave a mocking little smile and looked away.
"The writer awarded the adaptation rights this time is…"
Libby drew in a deep breath.
Her eyes were full of anticipation.
Brendan, meanwhile, looked indifferent.
The people he favored.
Everyone in the industry would give him face.
Libby's name had already been quietly cleared with the right people.
The winning script appeared on the big screen.
My head snapped up.
And so did Libby's and Brendan's in the front row.
Staring at the screen in disbelief.