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Ella’s Story 1
Two days before my wedding to my pop–star fiancé, his studio blew up.
“Noah, why’d you drop the new track early? And why the hell is Lily Davis singing your part?”
“Wasn’t that song supposed to be for you and Miss Carter? For your wedding?”
Noah Miller’s voice was calm, detached.
“It’s just a song. Lily needs this chance right now.”
He chuckled. “Ella’s been buried in my album anyway. She won’t even notice.”
“Besides, all she cares about is me. As long as I show up at the wedding, she’ll be fine.”
My hand froze on the doorknob. The words hit like a slap.
The necklace I’d stayed up all night making slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the floor.
I just stood there for a second, my chest tight, breath shallow. Then I bent down, picked it up, and tossed it straight into the trash.
He was wrong.
If he wanted to give Lily a shot, he could have her.
Neither my song nor I would stay for him anymore.
Noah’s voice replayed in my head, every word cutting deeper.
That song wasn’t just music–it was our eight years together. Every note, every lyric.
I’d fainted more than once over the past two months, pulling all–nighters to perfect the track. Even wound up in the hospital.
All that, just so the song would be flawless.
He knew how much that song meant to me.
He once said it belonged to us and us alone.
Now? He just handed it off like it was nothing.
Didn’t even bother to tell me.
My phone buzzed. My assistant’s voice came through, soft and uneasy.
“Ella… did you hear? Noah dropped the song early.”
Before I could answer, his voice cut through the speaker.
“Why’s everyone acting like this is such a big deal?” he snapped.
“The wedding’s about us, not some damn song.”
“As long as Ella and I are there, it’s all good. Right?”
The line went awkwardly quiet. Then someone muttered, “But Ella really cares about that song.”
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“What if she finds out and loses it? What if this messes up the wedding?”
There was a pause. I could almost hear him smirking.
“She won’t. Ella’s world revolves around me.”
“She’s intense. Once she decides to be with me, she never walks away.”
Silence.
Then one of the producers spoke up, hesitant.
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“Noah, maybe you should tell her yourself. She worked her ass off for that song. It’s messed up if she finds out from someone else.”
He let out a long sigh.
“Don’t. She’s always had a problem with Lily. If she finds out, she’ll just start another fight.”
“I’m tired of all that drama.”
“It’s two days before the wedding–she’s slammed with prep anyway. If you keep quiet, she won’t even know.”
And with that, he hung up.
“Ella?” my assistant whispered through the phone.
I swallowed hard. “I’m fine. Thanks.”
I ended the call, hand trembling. Tears came hot and uncontrollable, blurring my vision.
I wanted to storm in there, scream, demand an explanation-
Ask him what all my sacrifices meant to him.
Eight years. Every damn thing I’d done for him.
Did it all mean nothing?
But I couldn’t move. My body wouldn’t obey.
So I just turned around, numb, and walked home through the rain.
Every drop felt like it was washing something away–what was left of my pride, maybe. Or what was left of us.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.