For ten years, I lived in the shadow of Sarah Jenkins, the nation' s biggest pop star, her secret husband, believing her promise that one day we' d reveal our love to the world.
Then, on the biggest night of her career, accepting her Artist of the Year award, she dropped to one knee on live television. My heart soared-this was it.
But her eyes skipped over me in the audience, landing instead on David Chen, her manager, as she pulled out the custom-designed engagement ring I had made for us, for our future.