At that moment, the world seemed to tilt. Rage and despair consumed me, stripping away all reason.
I stormed up to the car and banged furiously on the window. “Brandon! How could you do this to me?!”
“That’s my wedding dress! That’s my—”
That dress represented seven years of devotion and hope, my dreams for a future I once believed in.
It was the last piece of my life with Brandon. Yet he trampled even this small fragment of my expectations.
The two inside were jolted in surprise, hastily adjusting their clothes.
Annoyed, Brandon rolled down the window and barked, “Serena, what’s your problem? Karina was just helping you try it on. Do you have to make such a big deal out of it?”
Choking on sobs, I couldn’t respond, only fixating on getting my wedding dress back.
However, my persistence angered him.
ith a sneer, he slammed on the accelerator, jerking the car forward.
“If you’re still so stubborn, I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!”
Dragged several meters by the moving car, my arms were torn and bleeding before I finally collapsed.
The car sped off, leaving my wedding dress discarded like trash in the garage.
The fabric, stained and soiled, lay in a puddle of filth, run over by tires—just like our seven years together.
What was once a symbol of love had been crushed, reduced to a worthless pile of rags.
I broke down completely, sobbing in the dimly lit parking lot.
In my despair, I shakily called my mother. “Mom, my wedding dress is gone. Everything is gone...”
“Don’t cry, Serena,” she said, her voice filled with urgency. “You still have me, and you have Wesley. We’ll fix this. Don’t cry.”
She dropped everything to come to my side. After taking me to the hospital to tend to my injuries, she brought me dozens of designer wedding dresses to choose from.
“It’s okay, Serena. Mommy won’t let anyone hurt you again. After the wedding, I’ll make sure that scumbag gets what he deserves.”
Following her reassurance, I picked a new dress—one that suited me better than the one before.
This time, it wasn’t about Brandon; it was about me.
Unaware of any of this, Brandon assumed I would eventually apologize, as I always had in the past.
As the wedding day approached, I decided to send him one final message. But when I opened my contacts, I noticed he had changed his social media profile picture to a photo of himself and Karina.