Just days before her wedding, Jenna’s perfect dress was ruined by scorch marks, leaving her heartbroken and confused. But when she discovered the shocking betrayal behind the damage, her next move was pure revenge.
I never thought I’d be the kind of bride to cry over a dress, but there I was, staring at my reflection in the mirror at Bella’s Bridal, trying not to smudge my makeup as tears welled up.
“Oh, honey,” my mom said, squeezing my shoulder. “You look absolutely stunning.”
I ran my hands over the beaded lace bodice, amazed at how perfectly it fit, flowing into a gorgeous tulle skirt. It was everything I’d ever dreamed of wearing to marry Adam.
“This is it,” I whispered, twirling to face her. “This is the one.”
A week later, I was still floating on air. The dress hung safely in the guest room, zipped up in its garment bag. I couldn’t resist peeking at it every chance I got.
“You’re obsessed,” Adam teased one night as I returned from yet another visit to the dress.
I laughed, flopping onto the couch beside him. “Can you blame me? In three weeks, I get to marry you in that dress. I’m the luckiest girl alive.”
Adam kissed my forehead, pulling me close. “I’m the lucky one.”
If only I’d known then how quickly everything would fall apart.
It was a Tuesday morning, my day off, and I headed to the guest room, eager for my daily glimpse of the dress. But when I opened the closet, my heart sank.
The garment bag was unzipped, and my dress was ruined. Huge burn marks scarred the delicate lace and beading.
I collapsed to the floor, unable to breathe. My dream dress was destroyed, and I had no idea how it happened. Through a haze of tears, I called my mom.
“Mom,” I sobbed, “the dress… it’s ruined.”
“What? How? I’ll be right there,” she said, trying to calm me down. “We’ll figure this out.”
Next, I called Adam. He answered cheerfully, but when I explained what happened, his shock was obvious.
“That’s impossible,” he said. “Are you sure it wasn’t an accident? Maybe something’s wrong with the house wiring?”
I didn’t know what to think, but something about this felt off.
My mom arrived within the hour, and we examined the dress together. “It looks like someone did this with an iron,” she said, frowning. “But who would do such a thing?”
The only person who’d been in the house recently, aside from my mom, was Jason—Adam’s best friend. But why would he…
“Let’s check the security cameras,” my mom suggested.
My heart raced as I pulled up the footage, and what I saw made my blood run cold.
There was Adam—my fiancé—calmly walking into the guest room with an iron in his hand. He unzipped the garment bag and deliberately pressed the iron to my dress, scorching it.
I dropped the phone, horrified. “Why would he do this?” I whispered.
When Adam got home later, I was waiting in the living room, the ruined dress laid out between us.
“Jenna, I can explain—”
“Explain how you destroyed my wedding dress? How you lied to me?” I interrupted, my voice trembling with anger.
“It’s not what you think,” he stammered. “Jason told me things… about you and your ex. He said you were having doubts, that you were seeing him again.”
I stared at him, disbelief turning to rage. “And you believed him? After everything we’ve been through, you thought I’d cheat on you? So you tested me by destroying my dress?”
Tears streamed down Adam’s face. “I’m sorry, Jenna. I don’t know what I was thinking. Please, we can fix this—”
“A new dress won’t fix this,” I said coldly. “You betrayed me. The wedding is off.”
I walked out, leaving Adam and the life we had planned behind.
As the shock wore off, anger replaced the heartbreak. Not just at Adam, but at Jason, who had manipulated him and destroyed our relationship. I couldn’t let him get away with it.
I spent days digging for information and found exactly what I needed. Jason had been cheating on his girlfriend, Sophie, for months. Armed with dates, locations, and incriminating photos, I sent everything to Sophie anonymously.
The fallout was explosive. Sophie dumped Jason in a very public way, and their friends quickly took sides. His reputation crumbled in days, leaving him isolated and humiliated.
Weeks later, I ran into Adam at a coffee shop. He looked tired and defeated.
“I heard about Jason,” I said after an awkward greeting.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “Turns out he lied about a lot of things. I’m so sorry, Jenna.”
I looked at him, feeling the weight of everything that had happened, and finally, I let go of the anger. “I’m sorry too, for what we lost.”
As I walked away, I felt lighter. The dress, the wedding, the betrayal—it was all behind me now. And for the first time in weeks, I smiled. The future was mine to shape.
