Back From The Dead For A Blank Check

I poured everything into him.

As a struggling artist, I lived for Julian, my charming musician.

I paid his bills, cooked his food, convinced myself our love was worth more than money.

Then the black Escalades came.

My Julian, the man I loved, was Julian Vance, a billionaire heir.

He didn' t even look at me as his fixer handed me a check for $500,000, calling it a "thank you for your time."

My world shattered.

I tore the check, screamed my love wasn't for sale.

I was a romantic idiot.