One week before I was supposed to marry famous pop artist Christian Prescott, I was attacked in downtown Indianapolis and suffered severe injuries to my face. I woke at Saint Jude Medical Center with my head heavily bandaged. While pretending to remain unconscious, I overheard Christian speaking with his talent manager, Gabriel. What I heard ended whatever remained of the life I thought we shared. Christian admitted that he had arranged the incident himself, intending to use my injuries as a public excuse to cancel our wedding while appearing to be a devoted partner. He planned eventually to reveal Sabrina, the woman he had secretly been involved with, and their four-year-old son Leo. I realized that much of our relationship had been constructed around protecting his public image…. Continue Reading ⬇️

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