I Ruined the Star I Made

Summary

Intimate photos of me and Chris, the industry's reigning golden boy, were plastered across every tabloid and social media platform.

Beneath the trending tags, his fans had already doxed my apartment.

Some called me a desperate, aging leech clinging to his coat-tails; others threatened to camp outside my office to "clean up Chris's trash."

I called him.

His voice was a soothing, gentle balm, just as it had always been. "Don't be afraid, baby. I'm holding a press conference in an hour. I'm going to make us public."