He Took My Role, I Took His Business

Synopsis

The script I spent three years perfecting was handed by my husband to his newly signed actress. She posted her official casting announcement online. [Starting a new role. Thanks to Mr. Fletcher for his trust and to the fans for their love.] My agent sent me a screenshot. There was Chloe Brooks, wearing the $10 million custom costume I'd commissioned, already on set. I sent the photo to my husband, the director. [Mr. Fletcher, what does this mean? Who gave you permission to replace me and start filming early?] Amid the noisy set, Wyatt Fletcher replied dismissively, "Sweetheart, it's just a script. You have plenty of resources. You don't need this one." [Within half an hour, issue a statement to halt production and make that actress leave,] I warned. Wyatt read it but didn't reply, instead live-streaming the new drama's opening ceremony online. Since he was playing dumb, he'd better not regret it. Ten minutes later, Wyatt was kicked out of the company, and all his projects were forced to stop.