
I Was Splashed With AcidOn the day of my wedding gown fitting, a stranger burst into the VIP suite and stabbed me with a knife.
“You think you deserve a dress this expensive after stealing someone else’s man?”
She tore at the delicate fabric of my skirt. Then, with a twisted smile, she hurled a bottle of acid at me.
The blade was buried in my lower abdomen. The pain drove me to my knees.
She grabbed my hair and yanked my head up. “Gerald’s my husband! What are you? You’re nothing but a mistress who can’t even be seen with him in public!”
Blood dripped down my fingers. That was when it finally sank in.
The man I had been with for seven years had been keeping another woman by his side.
“What’re you staring at? Even if I kill you, with my husband’s influence, no one will dare touch me!”
Staring at her smug face, I pulled out my phone with hands slicked in blood and called my brother.
“Matt…” My voice was unnervingly calm. “Come pick me up at the bridal shop. And please inform the Hoover family that the engagement is off.”