He Ruined My Wedding Dress, I Ruined His Perfect Life

The day before the wedding, I go to the bridal shop to pick up my custom wedding dress.

The clerk informs me apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ms. Stone. Yesterday, a woman called Ms. Lovelett came and picked up your dress."

My best friend, Sherry Lancelot, suddenly remembers something. "Isn't that the surname of your fiance's secretary? He's so thoughtful. He had your dress picked up in advance for you."

But in the next second, Mary Lovelett posts a social media update. In her photo, she is wearing my one-of-a-kind custom wedding dress that is worth hundreds of millions and posing coquettishly in front of the camera.

The caption reads, "Zachary is the best boss in the world. I casually said I wanted to take some portraits. He generously bought me a globally limited outfit for a photoshoot so that I can take the photos to my heart's desire!"

I look at the post and reply coldly, "That's the wedding dress I personally chose for myself. Since when did it become your photoshoot outfit?"

The post is deleted instantly.

My fiance, Zachary Everdon, calls me angrily. "What nonsense comment was that? I just lent your stupid dress to Mary for a bit. It's a cheap, one-time thing anyway. I can buy you a dozen more to make up for it."

I let out a cold laugh and record the call. Then, I send him a screenshot of the 200 million dollars purchase record.

I say, "Sure. Will you pay by check or by direct transfer? Hurry up. Once you pay, we're calling off the engagement."

Victoria's First-Person POV

My fiance, Zachary Everdon, immediately blew up after I sent over the purchase record.

He started calling me relentlessly, his pitch higher than usual. "Victoria Stone, have you gone mad for money? It's just a stupid wedding dress that probably only costs a few thousand dollars at most. And you actually photoshopped it to claim it's worth 200 million? Who do you think you're fooling?"

A harsh, mocking laugh came from the other end of the line.

Zachary continued, "Does a woman from the slums like you even know what 200 million dollars is like? Even if I sold you, you wouldn't come close to fetching that kind of money!"

I listened in silence, feeling like the man shouting in my ear right now was a completely different person from the Zachary I had decided to marry.

Three months ago, he had gently whispered in my ear, "Thank you for staying with me as I built everything from scratch for the past five years, Victoria."

But now, Zachary had shed all pretense of cordiality over a single wedding dress.

I took a deep breath. "I'm only giving you two choices, Zachary. Either you give me an identical wedding dress, or you compensate me in full."

Zachary let out a cold laugh, indifference lacing his tone. "It's just a stupid wedding dress. I'll just give it back to you. But you've really got some nerve