Back then, I had smiled with confidence, calling her overly worried.
Jason had even patted his chest in front of her, swearing he would never let me suffer.
But now, ten years later, those vows had faded, just like the color of this dress.
Right in front of Jason, I stripped off the house clothes he had bought me and slipped into the faded red dress.
Jason was about to drag Ethan out the door. When he saw me wearing the dress, he froze, then shouted, his voice laced with panic,
“Rachel, what the hell are you doing now?”
I walked over to the dining table, grabbed the divorce agreement, and hurled it straight at his face.
