m. Liam and Scarlett, sitting at a sun-drenched table on the patio, looking like the perfect celebrity couple. He was laughing, leaning in close as
like a deliberate cruelty. It wasn't just a business a
er my simple dress with a dismissive glance. "So, you're the one who writes his little songs," she'd said, her voice dripping with condescension. "It must be so rewardi
ep numbness. It was as if I was watching a movie about someone else's life. The part of me that loved L
dow. A flicker of panic crossed his face. He immediately pulle
, urgent whisper as he reached my
I said, taking a s
the same tired line. "Scarlett and I were
who was now watching us with a smug, triumphant s
y voice flat. "You don't hav
n? Of course I do. We're just on a break. We'll get through this. Once this movi
desperate promises. It was a performance he had perfected over th
word soft but fi
ue this morning," I told him, the words tasting like freedom. "I have enough money to st
I had been his secret weapon, the source of his hit songs. He had t
he pleaded, rea
ture. "You don't need to make any more p
d Chloe would have married the 18-year-old aspiring musician Liam in a heartbeat. But I was 28 now. I had a life to build, a career to start. And th
nd walked out of the c
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