ng to a crescendo with the "To
dreams, my heart entwined with Jake Myers, a music producer, and t
ake, along with his 'college sweetheart' Brittany Sloane,
arist!" and "Fraud!" as my r
was a living nightmare; the shame coi
ment directed at me, withered away, leaving me utterly a
d, I was forced to wat
ers on the bones of my tragedy, even laughing
it, to watch them celebrate their sordid triumph – the inju
emed, wasn't do
ll, grasping a second chance, and armed with a terrible knowledge: a medical diagnosis tha
voice for vengeance, and the n