His Devotion, Her Deception

ckstage, a velvet box in my hand, ready to surprise C

dressing room door, casually dismissing me to th

"Some people just have more money than sense... A bit of a g

e box containing the "Starry Night" necklace-a symbol of my mon

act of support over the years twisted into a stark, humiliating truth:

l connection," while casually introducing me as an "old frie

into a public jab at me, declaring, "Some gifts don't come

had built an empire from nothing, was being cast as the mater

n anything, gave me a fleeting glance

nd foundational, began to crumble,

behind, knowing one thing for sure: if money was

ned: What was she really wo