lin'

tain a pathetic sense of dignity inside the apartment. The wedding was fas

myself: Hudson is just acting out of survivor's guilt. He won't abandon me

tment. I pretended to be asleep, listening to him ti

able, I decided to break the ice. "

coffee. He didn't dare look at me, his face full o

day, and you were busy comforting

nal breakdown yesterday, it was really serious! Her therapist suggest

x-boyfriend whose life her father saved?" I raised a

. She's not doing well, her mental state is very fragile. We can't just

nderstanding" facade he had praised. "But what about our wedding? The fi

Of course," he finally promised. "Everything goes according to plan. Bell

tossed and turned in his sleep, muttering a name under his breath. I

ticipation. It was an ivory silk wedding dress designed specif

elt as if I saw the reflect

with absolute awe. "It's too beautiful, Caitlin!

. A text from Hudson came in: "Going to be late. Bell

an ice cellar. Bella

and in her hand, she tightly gripped a pair of sharp, heavy tailor's scissors. Mannequi

ella screamed, her eyes locked onto

ire of jealousy. "What right do you have to have

ike a lunatic. The owner screamed and dodg

l of the scis

ii

ll over the floor. Bella frantically wielded the scissors, sh

med at the top of my lu

d to the floor. She fell to her knees amidst the shredded

g panicked. He surveyed the chaotic store, me standing

e, revealing a fleeting

tely darted to Bella. "Bella! Are you okay?" He knelt

he police," the ow

He was still holding her, and Bella had buried her face in his shoulder, cr

some even took out their phones to record. I h

dress, or try my best to repair this

yed wasn't the dress, it was this damn marriage. "I

dal boutique. The cold wind hit my face, and not only did it fail to

e. I didn't want to hear any of Hudso

ght to an unfamilia

aking me instinctively place my han

ether my child was