Disgusted, I continued scrolling until I saw a video with a cover image of Katherine wearing my wedding dress and draped across our bed.
My heart clenched painfully and I had to look away as my emotions overwhelmed me.
Turning took my eyes to a smiling picture of me on his desk and my vision blurred with tears I refused to let fall.
Led by my pain, I transferred the pictures and videos of them to the flash drive then left the office.
My feet led me to my closet, filled to the brim with designer clothes fresh off the runway, expensive jewelry custom-made by top jewelers, and all the shoes a woman could wish for.
Once upon a time, it had all been a dream come true.
But now that I knew Bella was the price that was paid for it, I hated the me who adored them.
I had worn it so many times after that cursed day it didn't take long to find my wedding dress, and I laid it out on the ground.
It was an old-fashioned style that had people questioning my taste. I modeled it after Nathan's mom's dress to honor her.
He had been so proud of it, bragging to everyone about how devoted and loyal his new wife was—only to defile it by letting his mistress wear it while he did her on our bed.