Shredded My Dress, Shattered Our Vows
On the day I tried on my wedding dress, a stranger burst into the VIP fitting room and slashed me with a knife.
She tore my dress to shreds, her face twisted with rage. "A gold-digger like you doesn't deserve a dress this expensive!"
The blade, soaked in sulfuric acid, pierced my abdomen, and I collapsed in agony.
She grabbed my hair and slapped me, snarling, "Clarence promised to marry me! You're nothing but a homewrecker!"
Blood stained my gown as the truth hit me. My boyfriend of seven years had been cheating on me.
"Keep staring, huh? My man runs this city. I could kill you, and no one would touch me!" she taunted, smug as hell.
With bloodied hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed my brother. "Chris, come get me from the bridal shop. And tell the Thompsons the engagement is off."