Crazy Love: A Marriage Unraveled

Ariadne accessed the chat history and discovered a series of messages from Nelson, filled with apologies, and explanations, and sporadically placed "I'm sorry" phrases. After much contemplation, she finally deciphered two words between the lines: fool! It was the inaugural day of the film shoot. The leading man was conspicuously absent. Nelson's representative arrived on set and expressed remorse profusely. Ariadne, with folded arms and a disdainful smirk, echoed with a feigned smile, "So, you're saying - Nelson collided with a cat while riding a shared bicycle to the set, resulting in both the individual and the feline being hospitalized, hence necessitating a week off?" A scathing remark, clearly audible. Jane, Nelson's agent, appeared on the verge of tears but remained stoic. Through gritted teeth, she explained, "Director Ariadne, I understand how implausible this reason sounds, but it is indeed the truth. I deeply regret causing a delay to such a crucial event as the commencement of filming..." Ariadne retorted, "... Do I appear gullible to you?" Nelson's actions pushed her boundaries and ventured into audacious territory. Jane discreetly shared a photograph with Ariadne. Upon viewing the image, Ariadne was rendered speechless. The boy in the picture, clad in a hospital gown with a head bandaged, and a face marked with bruises and scratches, defiantly gestured "thumbs up" towards the camera, sporting a heartless grin. She had no choice. She wasn't a fool; Nelson was. Riding a shared bicycle to the set might have been a mundane experience for a renowned star, but ending up in the hospital on the first day was far from acceptable. Observing Ariadne's silence, Jane grew increasingly uneasy. She struggled to comprehend the director's thoughts. Ariadne, a rising luminary in the entertainment industry, possessed an enigmatic background and was revered as a virtuoso in the realm of filmmaking. Her debut film "Flipped" defied expectations and clinched the prestigious Golden Rooster Award. Despite her artistic prowess, Ariadne was infamous for her capricious temperament. Renowned for her acerbic tongue and cold demeanour, she was dubbed a tyrant on set within the industry. "Achieving a successful acting career hinges on what, Jane?" a feminine voice interjected softly. Jane was taken aback by the question, "Director Ariadne?" "Reputation! It's all about his reputation!" "Look at his current state!" Ariadne's towering figure exuded a palpable aura of intimidation as she loomed over others with furrowed brows and a distinctly displeased countenance. Jane dabbed her face nervously, fixated on Ariadne's lips, anticipating an imminent rebuke. The director's lips, slightly tinged with red, moved intermittently, seemingly poised to deliver a scathing reprimand. Disheartened, Jane resigned to the inevitable. Perhaps, Nelson's ascent to stardom was not preordained. At that moment, Jane envisioned Nelson's post-retirement trajectory. She even recollected the contact information of her uncle, who owned a factory. After a brief pause, the frigid beauty before her emitted a derisive chuckle. "Inform Nelson to report to the set in a week. Failure to comply will result in expulsion." Even if the male lead didn't show up, there was no reason for the entire crew to just sit there and wait for him. Didn't the rental of the venue, costumes and equipment cost money? The first scene was shot for the female lead's solo part. Fifteen minutes later. … "Sprinkle some rice in front of the camera, and a chicken will be more flexible than you." "Is this my script? Who are you playing?" "Well, the glare is still online. Let's see if anyone can break the limit in the future." "It's a surprising performance. If you don't know, you'd better ask me which episode of Strange Stories from a Studio I'm filming." After a play. The female lead cried several times after being talked to by Ariadne, tears streaming down her face. "Isn't this a good way to cry? I almost thought you were wrong. If you cry like this when you're acting, wouldn't it be natural?" Everyone sighed secretly. The director had rouge on her lips. … The air pressure on the set was extremely low. Even during the half-time break, no one dared to speak loudly, for fear of offending Ariadne. Ariadne is shooting a youth campus film this time. This type of subject matter is neither difficult nor easy. First of all, the casting is a big problem, especially for the female lead. The young actresses have not polished their acting skills and are not able to take on the leading role. And those actresses who have won awards and have good acting skills are at least in their early thirties. Choosing a girl who is inappropriate in age to play a girl character will be criticized by the audience who don't buy it. She spent a long time choosing but couldn't find anyone she was particularly satisfied with, so she just settled for the current heroine, Lavinia. As expected. His true colours were revealed as soon as filming started. Ariadne pinched his brows and took out his cell phone to check t****k for a while. As usual, let’s take a look at the top three trending searches. #RichouxPresident Appears# #Acting Queen Irina# #President Actress XXX!!! # Seeing these bold and undisguised entries, Ariadne was stunned for a moment, clicked on one of them and saw two photos. The photo in the front shows a man and a woman in front of a hotel. The woman is the newly crowned actress Irina, and the man...was revealed by netizens to be the current president of Richoux. The next photo is of the two people looking at each other under an umbrella. “…” Ariadne clicked on the photo at the back and enlarged it. The man in the photo is tall and handsome. He is holding an umbrella on a rainy night, with his slender fingers holding the umbrella handle. He turned his head slightly and looked at the person beside him, with his long and thick eyelashes half lowered. The whole picture is so beautiful that it looks like a still poster from a Korean drama. The atmosphere is full. Ariadne glanced at it and swiped past it, exited t****k, and continued to immerse himself in filming. Ariadne was always extremely devoted when filming, and this one lasted until nine o'clock in the evening. It was already dark, and the wind blew across his cheeks, bringing a cool and dense feeling of water. It's raining. She only looked at her phone when she finished work, and what she saw was shocking. A dozen missed calls. It was his and his assistant’s call. Ariadne was so tired after a whole day of filming that she felt like a dead dog. Now she didn't want to move anything except her eyes. She opened w******p, found Theron, and sent him a message asking "What's wrong?" Theron rarely behaves this abnormally. As a qualified plastic couple of a wealthy family, they only need to maintain their love in front of others. As for behind-the-scenes, they live their own lives and do not interfere with each other. Ariadne is very satisfied with this partner. Due to the nature of Ariadne's work, she was in immersive filming mode as soon as she joined the crew, and occasionally took the entire crew to the deep mountains and forests to stay there for several months. So it was common for her and Theron not to see each other for half a year. It was late at night, Ariadne sat in the back seat of the car, and she pulled her scarf over her lips. The light in the car was dim, only the light reflected from the screen shone on her face, and the curve of her high nose bridge could be vaguely seen. … Late one night, as early spring approached, a sudden heavy snowfall blanketed the northern city. It snowed all night long. As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight reflected off the snow, making the city dazzlingly bright. Ariadne, lying in bed, woke up suddenly, a vague sense of unease growing stronger. As if to confirm her fears, her phone rang sharply. She answered it. “Madam… Mr. Theron was in a car accident.” Upon receiving the call, Ariadne rushed to the hospital. Secretary Shen informed her that Theron’s Maybach had been hit by an oncoming truck, and the scene was horrific. Just hearing about it made her feel like she was having a cerebral hemorrhage. Miraculously, Theron survived with only a minor concussion and was now in a coma. After hearing the doctor’s report, Ariadne took it back to Theron’s ward. She opened the door and met a pair of dark, indifferent eyes. Theron was awake. Ariadne’s heart, which had been in her throat since the call, finally eased a bit. She walked over and reached out to touch his forehead. “How are you feeling?” He immediately dodged her touch. Only then did Ariadne realize something was off with Theron today. His head was wrapped in gauze, his hair was slightly messy, and his lips were pale. When he saw her standing there, he slowly raised his eyes, his dark, piercing gaze fixed on her. Theron looked inexplicably fierce as if he might lash out at any moment. Ariadne: …? The ward was eerily quiet. Ariadne pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the bed. She looked at him for a long time, noting that his face was pale and his mood seemed terrible. He was now completely withdrawn, his entire demeanor screaming “Stay away.” “…?” Since their marriage, she had rarely seen him express his emotions so openly. Ariadne hesitated and said, “You…” As soon as she spoke, Theron’s dark eyes shifted, and he glared at her sharply. “Don’t touch me.” “Stay away from me.” Theron lowered his brows, looking dejected. Ariadne: ??? She sensed something was off the moment she walked in and began to scrutinize Theron closely. He was fair-skinned and handsome, with a high nose bridge and slightly upturned phoenix eyes. His double eyelids were thin, fanning out to the sides. When he wasn’t smiling, he naturally appeared cold. His pupils were intensely black, contrasting sharply with the whites of his eyes, which gave off an unintentional hint of sharp hostility. He looked both fierce and somewhat strange.