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34 - The Curse Of His Life
“Stella and I were together for eight years,” Julian says, which is a surprising way to start. “I met her in college, but she was already signed to a small label. She had been singing in bars and at parties for some time, but she had never quite found the success she sought. I helped her write a few songs until she eventually released her first successful album. She was twenty-three, just like you.”
“Eight years is a very long time,” I state pointedly. “You’ve shared much of your lives and grown and dreamed of so much together.”
Now, how can I compete with that? No wonder there was still some tension between them in the restaurant.
His brows knitted together. “We did, but she turned on me. She seemed to value her career more than the relationship.”
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