Chapter 3
After my words, the breathing on the other end of the phone became heavy and serious, just like when Jacob used to get angry.
I didn’t want to hear any more of his foul language, so I hung up and turned off my phone.
Then, using my work phone, I contacted the most influential entertainment journalists in the country, asking them to blow up the news about Jacob carrying Agnes in a princess hold to the hospital.
The journalists were taken aback when they heard my request. “Miss Hubert, are you sure you want to do this?”
I couldn’t blame them for their surprise. In the past, I had always paid to suppress these kinds of stories, explaining them away as part of the filming process. But this time, I wasn’t going to do that. Since I was already preparing for a divorce, I needed to protect our shared assets, ensuring I could get more in the division of property. I said, “But I have one condition.”
The entertainment reporters paused and said, “Miss Hubert, please go ahead.”
I said again, “I want fifty percent of the profits. If you agree, we’ll sign the contract right away and get started. I can even provide you with more authentic material.”
My confidence excited the journalists even more. After all, no news was more sensational than a romance involving a superstar actor.
The next day, Jacob and Agnes’s childhood sweetheart romance was exposed, quickly dominating the top three trending searches. Instead of dealing with it, I had scheduled an interview with a new assistant.
That night, Jacob, who was filming in another city, surprisingly rushed home. From the living room, I could smell Agnes’s signature perfume on him.
“Sienna, don’t you have anything to say?” he asked frantically.
His expression was serious and his cold gaze fixed on me. His eyes were just like that poisonous snake I had fought for my life with on the mountain.
He scolded me, “Do you realize what you’ve done is going to greatly impact Agnes’s career? There are paparazzi swarming outside her house right now and she can’t even go out!”
Casually eating potato chips and watching anime, I didn’t even look up. “Isn’t this exactly what the fans wanted? It’s also perfect promotion for the new drama. I made this decision after weighing the pros and cons,” I said calmly.
Those were the same words Jacob had said to me two years ago.
At that time, Agnes was filming a scene where the heroine falls off a cliff, her first role in the entertainment industry. Just before filming, Agnes tearfully told Jacob that she was afraid of heights. In order not to delay the progress of the shooting and make the scene realistic, Jacob didn’t hesitate to have me put on Agnes’s costume and act as her stunt double, jumping off a cliff more than ten meters high without any safety precautions.
“Agnes said the crew had set up safety measures at the bottom of the cliff. Sienna, what are you hesitating for?” he said.
“But… Jacob… I’m afraid of heights too.” I trembled as I clung to Jacob’s arm, only for him to shake me off coldly.
He insisted, “How come I never noticed you were so difficult before? Now that Agnes is here, suddenly you’re scared of heights? Are you just putting on an act, Sienna?”
“But I really am afraid…” I sobbed.
He scolded me, “Enough with the ‘buts! Sienna, let me tell you, I’m doing this after weighing the pros and cons.” With those words, Jacob didn’t hesitate to push me off the cliff.
That scene didn’t even show my face in the close–up. Even now, Agnes’s fan–base still praises her dedication to her craft, saying she never uses stunt doubles for the sake of authenticity.
Thanks to that scene, Agnes became one of the most beloved actresses in the entertainment industry. And me? After being pushed off a cliff without any safety measures by Jacob, I broke my right leg and spent more than half a year in the hospital.
During my entire hospital stay, Jacob only visited me once and that was because Agnes had been scratched by her pet cat and he had brought her to the hospital to get her finger bandaged.
Even though my room was just next to Agnes’s, Jacob wouldn’t set foot inside, afraid it might dirty his
shoes.
At this moment, Jacob was speechless, blocked by my words.
Silently, I pulled out the divorce papers I had prepared in advance, placed them on the coffee table and calmly said, “Jacob, let’s get a divorce.”
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