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.
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.