, Ethan, a successful music executive, was my world. Our apartmen
faded pop star, calling her 'emergency' paramount. Hours later, alone on a grimy
ely posed with Ethan, who'd dropped $500k on her song-a song built on my stolen melody. Their affair openly
r "jealousy." How could the man who swore a lifetime of love destroy me so utterly, prot
the miscarriage report, and vanished. Tiffany won that round, but she ignited a fire. Nashville aw