From Broken Heart to Billboard Queen

nt my love story with Liam played out on g

erent: my fiancé, Liam, shamelessly hooking up wi

grabbed my arm, whispering denials, while Savann

uth. I calmly walked to the microphone, called off the

allergic to and Savannah's favorite BBQ, not mine. He stalked me, plea

e knife, confirming years of

elf to be a third wheel at my own anniversary dinner, or co

he anger a fire in my gut. But the

ut a war declaration. This wasn't heartbreak; it