The Fallen Star: A Wife's Betrayal

ed, the words feeling fore

an was so upset about the guitar incident. I had to do somethin

eled contracts. The relentless negative press. It wasn't just bad luck. It was her. It was Maya, m

ice barely a whisper.

s. "Dylan was hurting, Ethan. You embarrassed him. You made him a laughing

as the aggressor. The crowd murmured in agreement, their sympat

ront row. She didn't look back. She left me standing there, alone, surrounded by t

h triumph. "Good luck, Ethan," he called out. "I ca

t echoed in the cavernous room. They were e

dium again, raised her v

dripping with false sincerity. "We' re here to help Ethan

so sharp it wa

uitar auction. "He went all out last ti

in, using the term for a reckless, extravagant bid with no hope of winni

sky lantern' again," Dylan sneered. "Exce

f my grief and my poverty. They wanted to see me grovel, to see me beg