Instead, Ross posted a single word on her Twitter account, “Wow,” and got in a rather gentle jab by posting a picture on Instagram of a drunken Snow White with the words “Not so pretty or so pure after all.” A year later, she has emerged as a model of old-world grace in the face of L. “But I think, for me, something always has to completely die for there to be a rebirth.
In 2003, Ross became the face of the luxury footwear brand Jimmy Choo.
It was a perfect storm of humiliation: the particular choice of someone so young and famous as mistress, whose demeanor almost defiantly announces, Yeah, I’m Bad News; the fact that Ross had played Stewart’s mother in the same movie; the sensational way in which it all came to light.
Given the tackiness of the story line, one might not have been surprised had the next step been the scorned woman going on a burn-down-his-house, Left Eye-level rampage. “I have no words to describe what we went through,” says Ross, at her weekend home, in Paradise Cove, Malibu, a unique community of upscale mobile homes perched above the Pacific.
Which isn’t to say she’s in a state of transcendental Zen.
The challenge for Ross, as she goes through a divorce from Sanders—aside from keeping life as normal as possible for their children, Skyla, nine, and Tennyson, seven—is processing that she and Sanders failed.