nt for his Broadway dreams, meticulously built with every d
s sent me to a clinic where I received a devastating diagnosi
ly to find a pair of unfamiliar red stilettos discarded by th
tress, Scarlett, wrapped in our bedsheet, smirked triumphantly
shattered something inside me, confirming I was nothing more than a
tender for her, then contemptuous for me: "She's just being diff
built on his promises and my sacr
me was fully funded by a grant awarded to his new Broadway production
ing the key behind, I heard him celebrating his "mirac
arker truth: the illness, the betrayal, his
egret, was given an impossible second chance, returned to the v