Discarded By The Country Queen

I was Liam Walker, songwriter and husband to the Country Queen, Izzy Hayes. When she announced a hiatus, citing vocal strain and crippling debts, I believed she was protecting me. I sacrificed everything to support her, working odd jobs, my guitar gathering dust, believing it was for us, for our future. Then, one night, I overheard her. Speaking in fluent Cajun French, a language I understood, she wasn't discussing her career. She was orchestrating my downfall, planning a fake divorce from me to marry Cody, her childhood friend, whose "dying wish" was to be with her. The entire crisis was a meticulously constructed lie, designed to discard me. The next morning, she presented the divorce papers, feigning sorrow. I signed, in a haze of betrayal. But the nightmare truly heightened when Cody, freshly "married" to Izzy, began a relentless campaign of psychological torture. He sent intimate photos, detailed their fervent nights. It culminated when Izzy dragged me, her "disposable blood bank," to the hospital, ordering doctors to save Cody "even if it kills Liam." Manageable. Disposable. Every sacrifice, every loving gesture I' d poured into our marriage, built on a sickening foundation of deceit. How could the woman I adored be so utterly callous? How could my existence mean so little? I wouldn't let them break me. Nashville, with all its hollow promises and suffocating memories, had to go. I would leave, start fresh, and somehow, find a new song to live by.