He Lost Me When He Chose Fame

Synopsis

I was pinned to the couch while someone forced drink after drink down my throat. Across the private room, Jack lounged with one arm around a young actress, drinking and joking around like nothing else mattered. He lost a round, then laughed and let Violet Morgan feed him a drink. She was nineteen. I was thirty. And I had stayed by Jack's side for seven years. I was there when he lived in a cramped apartment, scraping by on whatever he could afford while he wrote songs. I was there when he won his first major award. I was there when he climbed all the way to the top and became one of the biggest names in the industry. In those seven years, I took drinks for him, took the blame for him, stayed up through countless sleepless nights with him, and cleaned up more scandals than I could remember. Now, I was nothing more than old baggage to him. At two in the morning, I staggered out of the club and braced myself against the wall. My phone buzzed. A message from Jack popped up on the screen. Jack: [I'm not coming back tonight. Violet had too much to drink, so I'm taking her to the hotel.]