Prologue

Being called the "whore who used him for fame" was worth it.

"Sweetheart, look at me." Michael grabbed my shoulders gently and I could feel him staring at me. I finally picked my head up and saw pure sadness in his eyes. My heart broke even more.

"Please don't ever say that again. Please. I will always be here. Even years from now, you will still be mine. I will put a ring on your finger. And you will have my children. I don't see that with anyone else, just you. So please don't ever say we won't work. Even if we don't, we'll be friends until we eventually work on ourselves and find our way back to each other again. I love you so much, Ariana."