Eight Years, One Betrayal

hits, and supporting his every dream. I was his secret girlfriend, enduring hidden holidays and hushed dinners,

eyes scanned the crowd not for me, but for stunning, famous Scarlett Blake. "My inspiration, my muse," he declared,

claration meant for another woman. He celebrated with champagne and victory, completely oblivious to the hollow ache

texting Scarlett the night of his triumph, would go unnoticed. He still

ar-old Chloe, the one who just sold her entire song catalog, was done being a stepping stone.