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...”