Divorcing Hollywood’s Genius: I Am My Own Muse Chapter 03
The crew arranged accommodation at a designated hotel.
The moment we got our room keys, Mavis’s expression soured.
“It’s bad enough their set is right next to ours, but we’re staying in the exact same hotel?”
I smiled faintly, dragging my suitcase into an elevator that was about to close.
“Than—”
The words died in my throat. Inside the elevator stood Ronan and Bianca.
His hand moved away from the door button, but he didn’t spare me a single glance.
Instead, Bianca offered a half-smile.
“Scarlett, what a coincidence. Looking forward to working with you.”
Though her words were polite, her eyes carried a smirk, as if reminding me that this was Ronan’s territory.
When the elevator reached their floor, Ronan Vale stepped out with long strides, Bianca following close behind.
Right as the doors were closing, I caught the faint sound of her whispering something.
The next second, Ronan laughed.
It was a laugh I hadn’t received in a very long time.
…
At ten-thirty that night, while I was quietly reading my script, Ronan showed up uninvited.
He sat on the couch, casting a casual glance around the room.
“The accommodations aren’t bad,” he remarked offhandedly.
I didn’t answer.
After a few seconds of silence, a trace of impatience crept into his voice.
“Quit that movie of yours.”
“Our awards-season release windows overlap. Scarlett, do you honestly think that hiring a fresh female graduate lets you go toe-to-toe with me?”
I dug my nails into my palms, refusing to back down.
At least this time, I didn’t want to be condemned to death by him before even stepping onto the battlefield.
Ronan sighed, his tone softening a fraction.
“Scarlett, you really don’t match the image of my leading lady. Is Julian’s project not good enough? If you think the screen time is too short, I can talk to him again…”
As he spoke, he reached out, trying to drape an arm over my shoulder just like he used to.
But I abruptly spoke up, “Did you change your cologne?”
Ronan was a mad genius with impeccable artistic instincts, but a total trainwreck when it came to basic daily life.
Over the years, I had personally taken care of his clothes, food, and travel, to the point where I noticed the shift the moment he stepped into the room.
Ronan frowned, sniffing his collar.
“It’s a brand Bianca endorses. I just tried it on a whim. What about it?”
I took a step back, slipping out of his reach, and curled my lips into a self-deprecating smile.
“Nothing. I won’t drop out of the movie. It’s late, Director Ronan. You should head back to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.”
“After all, you’re a big name now. I wouldn’t want to clout-chase.”
Ronan’s expression twisted.
“There you go again. Did I say anything wrong? Scarlett, do you even know how to act anymore? You don’t honestly believe those fans calling you beautiful, or a couple of brain-dead cameo shots count as acting, do you? Look at Bianca’s success, and then look at where you are at your age—”
Forcing down the urge to cry, I cut him off.
“It’s not that I never had opportunities. Do you really not know why I ended up this way?”
Ronan’s face turned livid, and he slammed the door as he left.
I wiped the moisture from the corners of my eyes and picked up the script that had fallen to the floor.
The pages fluttered open, landing precisely on one of Sable Rowe’s lines.
[Being looked down upon isn’t terrifying. What’s terrifying is the day you start believing them.]
…
After the official shoot began, the two sets were separated only by a narrow alleyway.
Coming out in full makeup, I could see Ronan and Bianca sitting side-by-side in front of the monitor in the distance.
He leaned in close to murmur something to her, and she gave him a playful shove, laughing.
Mavis rolled her eyes beside me.
“Unbelievable. The nerve to get all cozy with someone else’s husband in front of so many people.”
Without giving them a second glance, I turned toward my own camera position.
Over the next few days, I threw my entire soul into the character.
Lines, positioning, glances, breathing… I had no energy left to waste on Ronan.
Yet on Ronan and Bianca’s side, new photos of their encounters surfaced daily.
[Director Ronan Personally Coaches Bianca; Dynamic Duo Shows Flawless Chemistry on Set]
[The Genius Director and His Rising Muse; Hollywood’s Most Anticipated Pair of the Year]
I didn’t click on a single link.
On the rare occasions we crossed paths on set or at the hotel, I merely gave a casual nod as a greeting.
I overheard some staff whispering, “Scarlett must still care about what Director Ronan said in that interview. For a man to say that publicly is pretty harsh.”
I simply smiled, offering no response.
Who could have guessed?
The two people who looked like absolute strangers were actually a couple married for five years.
Until one night, Mavis burst into my room, her face pale with rage.
“We have a problem.”
She handed me her phone. The headline occupying the number one trending spot cut into my eyes.
[Ronan Vale and Bianca Voss Spotted Entering a Hotel Suite Late at Night; Secret Romance Exposed?]