No Wedding No Mercy
On the eve of my wedding, my fiance's first love, Sasha Green, ruined my custom-made wedding dress worth a fortune.
The gown split open down the back. I had to crouch down and clutched my chest with both hands to keep myself from being exposed.
She stood there holding a pair of scissors, looking at me with an innocent expression.
"Anthea, I'm really sorry. I used a little bit too much force, and I accidentally ruined your dress. Please don't blame me."
My fiance, Gary Dome, immediately went up to her and took the scissors from her hand. His voice was full of concern for her.
"Why would she blame you? You were just trying to help trim some loose threads. If anything, it's her fault for being too fat, stretching the dress until it tore."
Still crouching on the floor, I watched the two of them behave intimately. My gaze turned cold.
The dress was ruined, and so was my dream.
It was time to wake up.