The Rock Star's Bigamist Vow

I was rock star Jax Thorne's secret wife for five years.

Then, he and his new lover graced the cover of Rolling Stone.

TMZ painted me as a delusional, crazy bitch.

His fans launched a witch hunt against me online.

My cheating husband played the part of the tormented, devoted superstar, while I was cast as the villain.

Did he really think I was just the "moderately talented studio musician" he'd dismissed me as?

He'd forgotten who invested two million dollars to produce the platinum album that made him a legend. He'd even forgotten the soundwave tattoo of a song I wrote for him, the one inked above his heart—now crudely covered by his new flame's initials.

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For five years, I was rock star Jax Thorne's secret wife.

Then, he flaunted his new relationship on Instagram.

TMZ painted me as a delusional psycho, a "bitch."

His fans launched a witch hunt against me online.

My cheating husband played the tormented, devoted superstar, while I was cast as the villain.

Did he really think I was just some random studio musician?

He forgot who invested two million dollars to produce the platinum album—the one that won him a Grammy.

I had just wrapped up a post-production meeting for a music festival when my phone started blowing up with calls from my family.

"Genevieve! What the hell is going on?" The first call was from my sister, Claire Sinclair.

"Huh? What are you talking about? What's wrong?" Her frantic tone made no sense. I was completely baffled.

"Oh, if you don't know, then...never mind. You're okay, that's all that matters. I was just, uh, checking in about your meeting." She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at my bewildered tone.

The second call came from my best friend, Phoebe.

"Genevieve! Are you okay? Please tell me you're holding up." She sounded incredibly anxious.

"What?"

I was even more confused.

"Oh, you haven't heard? Then... forget it!" she said quickly. "Just calling to see how you are! You know, since you're on the other side of the planet and all!"

Then, Phoebe awkwardly rattled off a few bad jokes, laughed a little too loudly, and abruptly hung up.

Next was a video call from my mother.

"Genevieve! Are you alright?" she asked, her voice thick with tears.

"Alright, that's it. What the hell is going on?" I finally snapped.

My mom fell silent for a few seconds, startled by my sharp tone. Then, she cried out, "Genevieve, you haven't seen? Jax and that influencer went public! Someone leaked your information, and now they're saying you're some psycho trying to ruin their perfect relationship!"

"The entire internet is tearing you to shreds!"

"Jax Thorne?" I muttered, my brow furrowing. "He wouldn't dare."

"Genevieve, you stay away from him, you hear me? Your dad, your brother, and I already have the legal team preparing to sue!" my mother roared.