he empty apartment we were supposed to share, the one filled wit

n torture. Nicole and Ryan were in Aspen. A trip I had

inking champagne glasses in a hot tub, the snow-covered mountains in the background. He

te messages fr

"This is what real passion looks like. Than

his arms: "She never looked t

e. Andrew, my best friend, came over. He saw

ched. "I'll fly to Aspen and break his other leg.

said, my voice hollow

d my career for a woman who threw me away like trash. He

live-streamed news segment from some cha

silver dress, took t

You know the man beside me, Ryan Clark, is fighting a brave battle. And I'

etting down on one k

holding up a diamond r

away a tear. "Yes," he choke

ause. The camera zoomed i

devotion, the steady support-it meant nothing. She didn't want a partner. She

idn't want