Honeymoon with His Popstar Ex
Language: en
The first stop of our honeymoon road trip was a sold-out stadium tour. Brett had bought the tickets months ago, promising it would be unforgettable. Halfway through the set, the jumbotron began scanning the crowd, pulsing with lights and electric bass before freezing—dead center—on the two of us. On stage, beneath a blinding halo of spotlights, stood the pop star I had spent six years idolizing. She leaned into her mic, looking directly toward our section, and offered a knowing, luminous smile. "Well, hey there. It’s been a while." A shriek tore from my throat. My heart hammered against…