My fiancé gave my wedding dress
to his first love
Chapter One
The night before the wedding, Liam secretly lent the dress I’d poured my heart into making to his precious ex, Ashley.
When I got it back, the hem was filthy, and
the waist had been taken in.
I clutched that ruined dress all night, unable to sleep.
The next day, calm as could be, I told him I was done.
Liam was at some bar, judging by the racket.
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“Over a dress? Seriously?” he asked.
“I’m out with friends. I’ll talk to you when I get
home.”
I didn’t wait for him, blocking his number and
leaving.
I never thought the playboy Liam would later
find me, eyes bloodshot, demanding, “You’re
never coming home?”
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When I broke up with Liam, he didn’t really
react.
He was at a bar, and the music was so loud it
practically swallowed my words.
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Only after repeating myself did Liam finally
move to a quieter area.
He sounded like I told him a joke.
“Break up? The wedding’s in, like, a week and
a half, what’s this nonsense?”
“Do you think marriage is a game? Something
you just start and stop on a whim?”
Clutching the dress, I simply shook my head.
“I’m not messing around. I’m serious. It’s over
between us.”
There was a pause, then Liam’s voice turned
cold.
“You’re serious? About what? I agreed to
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have the wedding!”
“The dress is ruined. No wedding.”
Liam sounded confused.
“All this, over a dress?”
He paused, then added, “Are you really upset
about the dress, or is this about Ashley?”
“She just wore it for a bit, and she gave it
back. Are you really going to stress that?”
Ashley was Liam’s white whale.
Ever since we got engaged, she was
constantly popping up, always at the worst
times, and Liam would always drop everything
to be with her.
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I fought with him about it constantly.
Liam’s go–to response was to give me the
silent treatment, which painted me like I was being hysterically irrational.
Normally, that would have gutted me.
But not anymore.
“Yep. It’s about the dress.”
I repeated, matter–of–fact.
Liam had lent the dress I’d spent hours
working on to Ashley.
When I got home the night before, the hem was covered in dirt, a splash of red paint
across the chest, and streaks of something
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dark on the bottom.
It stood out against the snow–white fabric.
To make matters worse, the waist had been
altered.
Someone had crudely taken it in. When I
snipped the threads, the needle marks were
obvious.
I broke down and cried.
I’d spent a year and a half working on that
dress, and now, with the wedding just around
the corner, it was ruined!
I ran around yelling, asking the staff who had
touched the dress.
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The butler rushed over, saying Liam had
taken it.
My heart leaped into my throat.
I’d argued with Liam about having a real
wedding ceremony.
He thought it was pointless.
But I put my foot down and said I wouldn’t
marry him without it.
After a moment of silence, he caved in, but
he’d been sulking ever since.
Once I confirmed he had it, I sent him
pictures of the stained and ruined dress,
asking why he’d done it.
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Liam didn’t respond.
I tried calling him, over and over.
Sixteen calls went unanswered.
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Then I saw a post on Ashley’s Instagram
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behind–the–scenes shot from a photoshoot.
Liam had let her borrow my dress.
She was wearing my dress, running through
mud, while people splashed her with red paint
to give it an “artsy” feel.
The caption read: “Unleashed from the
constraints of society!”
The comments section was full of fans
praising her for being such a “girl boss.”
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My heart tightened.
Why did she have to use my dress for her
little stunt?
It was everything I dreamed for my wedding.
And Liam and her destroyed it.
I spent the whole night clutching the dress,
unable to sleep.
Suddenly, the idea of marrying Liam was
repulsive.
He didn’t care about the dress, or about me.
What’s more, he wasn’t ready to settle down.
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When my grandpa had pushed us to get
married, he’d looked annoyed and said, “What
a pain.”
I couldn’t understand why Liam had agreed so
easily. Probably because he was afraid of his
grandpa nagging him.
Right then, I was glad we hadn’t signed the
papers yet.
“Liam, what’s going on? Why are you taking
so long?”
Ashley’s voice came through the phone. I
heard Liam laugh.
“Coming, babe.”
Then, his tone shifted back to that familiar,
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impatient one as he spoke to me.
“Alright, knock it off, be good, and I’ll talk to
you when I get home. Don’t call me again and
ruin the mood.”
After he hung up, I silently blocked him and
went to pack my bags.
Just like he wanted, I would never ruin his
mood again.
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