EPILOGUE
"How can you call yourself an artist?" My voice cracked, but I didn't care. "You stole all my hard work, and you still have the guts to lie to my face?"
Tears gushed down my cheeks, blurring my vision, but I didn't look away. My chest was tight, every breath shaky with anger.
"What are you talking about?" Arden asked, brows furrowed, his expression a mix of surprise and… something else I couldn't place.
"How do you sleep at night?" I sniffled, my voice trembling. "I worked day and night, poured my soul into those lyrics, and you—" I swallowed hard, "—you just took them from me. Do you think you can get away with it because you're rich? Because you're famous?"
"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, his tone suddenly clipped. He glanced at the mirror, adjusting his mic like I wasn't even there. "I have to go on stage now. My fans are waiting."
He turned to leave, but I grabbed his wrist, my grip tighter than I thought possible.
"Fine," I said, my voice low but steady, "let's go on stage and tell the world you stole my songs."