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."

...

I hung up the phone, pain searing through me like wildfire. My mind felt thicker than the blood pooling around me, the only sound my pounding heartbeat.

The wound in my abdomen burned, the flesh blackened and corroded by acid, the stench of charred skin choking the air. Every breath tore the wound wider, sending fresh waves of torment through my body.

My trembling fingers clung weakly to the dress rack for support, while Vanessa White loomed over me, her eyes glinting with malice.

"What, calling for backup?" she sneered, her voice sharp with mockery.

The gathering crowd around us snickered, their faces dripping with judgment. Camera flashes blinded me, shutters clicking like vultures circling. Whispers cut through the air, each word a stab to my heart.

"Caught red-handed as the side chick, huh?"

"That fancy dress? Bet she earned it on her back."

Vanessa, teetering on high heels, kicked me to the floor. "You think you are hot shit? Besides your sugar daddy, who is gonna come for you?"

She seized my dress and ripped it, the blood-soaked fabric scattering like confetti. "Wearing my dress and stealing my man? Let's show everyone what a slut you are! I am Clarence's wife. You're just a toy he discarded. You think you can take my place?"

I snapped my head up, pain lancing through my chest.

Clarence Thompson and I had been together for seven years. He'd spoiled me, going out of his way to make me feel cherished. He'd drive thirty minutes after work to buy my favorite cupcakes. He'd planned ninety-nine wedding proposals to give me a fairy-tale moment.

But now, his so-called wife stabbed me and called me a homewrecker. All his love and effort were a lie.

The crowd's laughter rang in my ears, but I met Vanessa's gaze defiantly, my voice cold as ice. "I'm not some cheap fling. My name is Kimberly Lopez, of the Lopez Group."

The room erupted in mocking laughter, and even Vanessa cackled, "The Lopez Group? Since when does the world's richest family have trash like you?"

The acid gnawed at my flesh, hissing