He Traded Me for a Pop Princess

My boyfriend, Rex Swanson, wrote in a style all his own, and he had a temper to match, so he could rarely find the right singer to perform his songs.

To keep him writing, most of his songs got recorded by me, and luckily the fans decided my versions weren't bad at all.

With the Fourth of July coming up, I planned to write a piece of my own and sing it at the holiday gala.

I'd barely opened my music app when the little red dot in the top corner lit up. A new private message.

I figured it was some singer he followed posting an update. What actually came up on the screen froze me where I sat.