My Birthday, His Cruel Betrayal

On my 28th birthday, my superstar boyfriend, Jarrett, stood me up. He had to comfort his co-star, Kisha. A few hours later, I saw the paparazzi photo that ended our seven-year relationship.

Jarrett was in a dimly lit bar, his arm wrapped around a tear-streaked Kisha, her head on his shoulder.

The next morning, I confronted him. He insisted it was just "method acting."

"She was just drunk," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Confessing her feelings for her character."