My Rockstar Regrets Losing Me

I loved Dylan for seven whole years. And he repaid me by calling me a “stalker” in front of everyone. He drove me to the edge—all for his scheming fiancée. That was when I finally gave up, cut him out of my heart, and left for Italy. The joke was, that woman had only ever wanted his fortune—and she was carrying another man’s baby. By the time Dylan had lost everything and was begging me to come back, I was already under the spotlights at Milan Fashion Week—reborn from the ashes.