Hollywood Divorces / Hollywood Wives: The New Generation Read Online Free PDF Page A

waiter returned with Lissa’s credit card. She signed the check and got up to leave.
    ‘Where’re you rushing off to, anyway?’ Kyndra asked.
    Lissa decided there was no reason to tell them that she had a meeting with a private investigator. It was embarrassing enough that divorce number four might be lurking on the horizon–why tip it before it happened?
    Not that any of them particularly liked Gregg. Even before she’d married him her friends had warned her. Kyndra had accused him of being a user; Taylor commented he hit on other women when he wasn’t with her; and Stella observed that he seemed to be extremely needy. How right they all were.
    Nobody had mentioned that, apart from being a user, a flirt and needy, he was also stone-cold broke and had been going through her money at the speed of sound. He’d lost over a million dollars on the stock market, and that was just the beginning.
    No more, because she was sure that the private investigator she’d hired would come up with plenty of incriminating evidence.
    Call it woman’s instinct, but she knew that marriage number four was definitely over.
     
    Shortly after Lissa left the restaurant, Taylor announced she had a meeting with her writer and had to rush.
    ‘Jesus!’ Stella exclaimed. ‘How long have you been working on this script of yours now?’
    ‘Too long,’ Taylor said, with a grimace. ‘And I’m still stuck in development hell.’
    ‘Surely Larry can help?’ James asked.
    Yes , Taylor thought grimly. He can and he will.
    When she’d first got involved with the project, shehadn’t imagined that she’d require her husband’s assistance. She’d been determined to prove to Hollywood that there was more than one talent in the family, that she was quite capable of getting a movie off the ground by herself.
    The truth was that–dammit–she couldn’t. Hollywood was basically a boys’ town, and even though she was married to one of the boys, when she was out there operating on her own, it didn’t make any difference.
    This was infuriating, because more than anything Taylor craved recognition and her own identity. Hollywood knew her as Mrs Lawrence Singer, the wife of an extraordinarily multi-talented man who had three Oscars on his mantel and numerous other awards. A man who was well respected and well liked. And just because she was his wife (second), so was she.
    Larry was, at fifty, only a mere sixteen years older than her–hardly an age-gap in Hollywood circles, where the norm was at least twenty years.
    Successful men usually dumped their first wives within several years of making it big. Then they married the second much younger wife, and started another family, claiming that they would now be able to spend quality time with their new offspring–conveniently forgetting how much this self-serving statement pissed off their original children.
    Stella’s husband, Seth, was a classic example.
    Taylor had decided that children were not on her agenda for now. First, a kick-ass career, then maybe a kid or two. It wasn’t as if Larry was desperate–the one time they’d discussed it, he’d told her he didn’t care either way. He had a teenage daughter from his first marriage, and fortunately the girl resided in Hawaii with her mother, so Taylor hardly ever saw her.
    She and Larry had been married for five years. They’d lived together for eighteen months before he’d got his divorce–a divorce that had cost him millions, but hehadn’t seemed to mind. Taylor had minded. Especially when his lawyers stepped in and suggested that she sign a pre-nuptial. She’d moved out of his house in a rage, and not spoken to him for days. Her behaviour paid off. He’d begged her forgiveness and the pre-nup was never mentioned again.
    They’d met on one of his movies. She’d had a small role and he was king of the set. She’d gone after him from day one. Married or not, Larry Singer was destined to be her ticket to ride on all the