Echoes of a Silent Song

“I was part of a famous duo with Brayden Reynolds in the industry. He once shielded me from a stalker's acid attack and chose to go public with our relationship at the height of his fame, giving me a sense of security. Everyone believed our story would end like the songs I wrote for him. A perfect finale with the couple walking hand in hand toward happiness. But then that girl sang our love song in a live stream, duetting sweetly with Brayden. She even sent me the recording. "Thanks for the hit song, Eve," she said. "And thanks for shaping Brayden into such a great man. From now on, he's all mine." At the end of the video, Brayden stood half-naked, his back revealing a jagged, ugly scar. I made a phone call, cranking the speaker to max, savoring the woman's fading screams through the receiver. "Eve Walton!" Brayden's fiery rage burned in his eyes. But I just smiled and slapped the divorce papers and settlement agreement in front of him.”