My Mate Gave My Dress Away. I Rejected Him
I’d been with Hurley, the heir to the Crescent Claw pack, for seven years. He’d insisted on throwing me a huge birthday party.
But on the day of the party, Hurley gave the million-dollar custom gown my mother had commissioned for me to his childhood friend, Rachel.
He said it so casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Rachel’s dress got ruined, and we couldn’t find a replacement in time. You two are about the same size, so I just let her borrow it.”
“I remember you have a few backup dresses, right? Why don’t you just wear one of those tonight?”
I thought back on the past seven years, and how this wasn't the first time he'd put me second for Rachel.
For one of my birthda