The Only One He Loves novel Chapter 1

"Cut!"

"Cut!"

"Cut!"

The director yelled "Cut!" three times, but my actor husband was still locked in a kiss with his high school sweetheart.

As his assistant, I cleared my throat, but Olivia burst into tears, claiming she was "too deep in character."

In front of the crew, Ryan snapped at me, saying I had a dirty mind that saw scandal in everything. That night, TMZ caught them at the Four Seasons together.

In the past, I'd have been devastated, crying while calling our PR team. But now, I realized our five-year secret marriage meant nothing.

Right after meeting the divorce lawyer, I entered the green room. The moment Ryan saw me, his smile vanished. "Emma, you should know your place. This is the place for leads only. What are you doing here?"

I grabbed my thermos from the vanity. "Getting my things."

Ryan had started at five AM. I'd made the soup at three. The thermos was full – he hadn't touched it.

Seeing me leave, he frowned. "Don't bother cooking anymore. It's terrible." Not his first time saying that.

Before, I'd have exploded: "Didn't you want my cooking forever? When did it become so bad?" But now, I didn't care.

I just said "Fine" and left. Ryan called after me, "Production dinner tonight. Director wants me to review lines with Olivia."

I ignored his guilty tone and said, "Whatever."

Outside, I trashed the thermos. We'd filmed near home, so Ryan hadn't booked a hotel.

For the first time, I left without a word.

Watching me go, Ryan frowned. Five minutes later, I got his text:

[Olivia has a leg scene today. Don't misunderstand.]

[Ok.] I replied shortly.

Then I saw his typing bubble stayed on. I just closed the app and turned off my phone directly.

Without Ryan's demands, the scenery was more beautiful than before. We wrapped at eleven.

As we finished, a scaffold collapsed unexpectedly. In a second, Ryan pushed Olivia away, and they fell together, lips meeting as they landed.