No More Tears for Him

ms, my health, every last penny – to save t

my hands raw, convinced I was putt

e, Jennifer, h

red lies, and made it seem like I was

money back in my face, and walked a

are a cold prophecy: my kidneys are

ain-Ethan Scott, now a superstar music producer, stepping out of a l

usive private hospital next doo

; I collapsed, scattering my pills and

ter, then watched as Jennifer ground her heel into

ill at my feet, declaring I was worth le

believe such

verything for, be so utterly blind t

that made him choose her cruel deceptio