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."

Hearing my words, Jacob froze on the spot, staring at me blankly, "What did you say? Sienna?"

I took out a pen, signed the divorce papers one by one and used lipstick to make my fingerprint before pushing the papers in front of Jacob.

"I said, I want a divorce," I said it again.

Jacob tugged at his collar and frowned. "Sienna, are you out of your mind? Who would want you, a middle-aged woman, after leaving me?"

So in Jacob's eyes, I, a woman who had just turned thirty, was already considered middle-aged.

I tossed the pen at him. I replied, "Haven't you heard the saying, 'A woman blossoms at thirty?' But Jacob, you should know that after the divorce, I won't be your assistant anymore. You'll need to give me a few days to hand over your recent work schedule to the new assistant."

My straightforwardness earned a mocking laugh from Jacob.

He pointed at me with one hand, his eyes filled with impatience. "Sienna, you're playing with fire and you're going to get burned!"

Just as he finished speaking, Agnes's distinctive ringtone started playing. Jacob didn't answer, instead, he looked at me with a threatening gaze.

He started to mocked me, "Didn't you always say you wanted to have a baby before turning thirty? I know you're ovulating these days. Sienna, I'm giving you three seconds to take back what you just said."

Last year, I made a birthday wish on my 29th birthday, turning my ovulation days into a scheduled task for Jacob and me to fulfill our marital duties. But Jacob didn't know that I had stopped ovulating since last month.

The ringtone echoed in the living room like a ticking time bomb. Three seconds later, the last remaining connection between Jacob and me exploded into pieces.

"Sienna, you've got guts. Let's see if you can stay this tough forever!" With those words, he stormed out of the villa.

As soon as the door slammed shut, I picked up my phone and scheduled an abortion for the day after tomorrow.

Lying on the operating table, the doctor glanced at the ultrasound and tried to persuade me, "Miss Hubert, your baby is developing well. Are you sure you don't want to discuss this with the father?"

At the same time, a notification for a trending post popped up on my phone. It was a video clip from the previous night's film festival.

When the camera zoomed in on Jacob and Agnes sitting together, they exchanged several shy glances, their lips curling into smiles.

It wasn't until Agnes, gathering her courage in front of the crowd and the cameras, kissed Jacob that he grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, bringing her close to his throat. The deafening screams in the video suddenly stopped when I closed it.

I accidentally clicked on a high-definition photo taken by one of the on-site reporters and there on Jacob's Adam's apple, I noticed a pair of small bite marks.

On our wedding night, when Jacob was still just a stand-in actor, he pressed me down on the bed and teased me harshly. He held my head and urged me to bite his protruding Adam's apple, his low voice still echoing in my ears, "Sienna, bite me."

Only when my teeth sank into his skin did Jacob finally hold me close, repeatedly kissing the top of my head.

He said, "It really hurts, it's not a dream. Sienna, I really married you." Back then, Jacob truly saw me as his unreachable goddess.

Locking my phone, I put it away and closed my eyes, saying to the doctor, "Go ahead, doctor."

It wasn't as painful as I had imagined. In fact, after the surgery, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

The next morning, after being discharged from the hospital, I met with my new assistant at a nearby café. To make sure the assistant wouldn't be bullied, I specifically chose a male assistant.

After finalizing all the details, I began signing the contract with Maxwell Phoenix.

"Sienna, why are you quitting? Jacob is so nice. You have no idea how many people would kill for a chance to be his assistant," he said.

I smiled slightly. "I'm getting old. This job is more suited to young people like you who have the drive."

Maxwell looked at me with a mixture of understanding and confusion, regret and admiration flickering in his eyes.

He said, "But I don't think you're old at all. You've been with Jacob through thick and thin, from his obscure days to his fame. You've worked so hard, you're such a good assistant."

I gave him a faint smile and packed the signed contract into my bag. "Maybe. Maxwell, I wish you a bright future and smooth sailing." After dealing with the assistant, I drove home.

To my surprise, Jacob, who was supposed to be filming in a neighboring city, was sitting on the sofa.

He looked at me, his eyes bloodshot and his voice cold when he said, "Sienna, where were you last night?"

"What does it matter to you?" I asked back.

I changed my shoes and headed straight to the bedroom. In the past, when Jacob stayed out countless nights, I would ask him the same question. I even called his friends one by one, trying to find out where he was.

Sometimes they would cover for him and other times, an irritated Jacob would grab the phone and curse at me directly, "Sienna, where I go has nothing to do with you! I'm an adult. I have my own privacy. Can you stop meddling in my business?"

While I endured his insults, I would think of ways to apologize to him, hoping he would drink less.

But while I was filled with concern, what I heard on the other end of the phone was Agnes's soft voice, "Jacob, come dance with me ..." Before I could even remind him, Jacob would hang up the phone in a hurry.

Now, hearing me give him the same answer, Jacob stiffened and followed me into the bedroom.

He threw two photos onto my face, his eyes red with fury, "Sienna, what's your relationship with him?"