He Put Her Name on My Song

For thirteen years, I wrote the songs that made my husband a rock star. Then he put another woman's name on my song.

I stayed out of the spotlight because Asher Vale promised it was temporary. I trusted the man I loved to remember who wrote the words—and who stood beside him before the world learned his name.

Then, on the night of his comeback, Asher handed Sabrina Knox a plaque for my song and introduced me to the world as his first fan.

I left before the encore. I took my notebooks, locked every unfinished song, and filed for divorce.

Asher insists he never kissed Sabrina. He never slept with her.

But he gave her my work, my place at his side, and the future he had promised me.

Now apologies, contracts, and money are not enough.

If he wants another chance, he must tell the truth, surrender the myth that built his career, and learn to love me without treating my talent as something he owns.

I still love him. But this time, he has to prove he wants his wife back—not the songwriter he can't replace.