“Serena, Wesley has already finalized the wedding arrangements. He knows how important this is to you and has prepared several options for you to choose from, including the dresses.”
“I’ve already chosen my wedding dress, Mom,” I interrupted softly. “The rest, I’ll leave it to you and him.”
By then, Brandon had approached me. Once he confirmed I hadn’t overheard their conversation, his demeanor shifted back to arrogance.
“Wedding dress? Serena, can you stop being so selfish? All you ever care about are meaningless things. We’ll be family soon—why can’t you focus more on helping with my business? The partnership—”
Before he could finish his words, I cut him off, “I’ve heard enough.”
I stood up, and walked away without glancing back.
I had a wedding dress to retrieve.
Brandon didn’t deserve my love, nor did he deserve to see me wearing that dress.
This dress, handcrafted over seven years, was a symbol of my hopes and dreams for a happy future.
After bringing it home, I started packing my belongings.
Brandon was still angry at me and didn’t come home for an entire day and night.
Meanwhile, Karina smugly sent me a photo of the two of them together, flaunting how Brandon had been by her side the whole time.
Annoyed, I blocked her without hesitation. There was no point wasting energy on someone irrelevant to my future.
Remembering I still had a few belongings left at Brandon’s company, I drove over to pick them up.
Traffic delayed me, and by the time I returned, I noticed his car parked discreetly in a corner of the garage.
The car rocked unnaturally, catching my attention. Curious, I moved closer, only to see Karina’s flushed face through the window—and she was wearing my wedding dress.
I froze in place, unable to believe my eyes. To be sure, I checked the car’s surveillance footage on my phone.
Their voices filled the air.
“Brandon, you’re so unfair. You said you wouldn’t marry her, but secretly had such a beautiful wedding dress made for her.”
Brandon leaned in, kissing her lightly. “She bought it herself. If you like it, it’s yours now.”
“She must hate herself for being so filthy,” Karina mocked, “desperate to get married, afraid you’ll abandon her.”
Their laughter spilled from the car. Karina wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes filled with languid satisfaction.
The once-pristine wedding dress was quickly sullied, stained by their disgraceful actions.