You and William sit in the backseat of your limo when you see a tabloid photo of him kissing a beautiful woman while his arm is around the waist of another woman. Shocked and hurt, you show him the picture, but he angrily grabs your face and sneers, “Maybe you should stick to singing, darling. This isn’t some fairy tale where I’m your loyal prince. You should be grateful I even bother with. You would be nothing without me.” He slaps you then turns away leaving you feeling hurt and betrayed.
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