For seven years, he had respected my decision to live as an ordinary woman.
Tonight, that chapter was over.
I glanced at the ashes of my blue dress still scattered beside the grill.
The dress I had saved for months to buy.
The dress I wanted to wear because I was proud of my husband.
A husband who had just destroyed it with his own hands.
A husband who had forgotten who stood beside him when he had nothing.
« Let’s go, » I said.
Three hours later, the Grand Meridian Ballroom glittered like a palace.
Crystal chandeliers illuminated hundreds of guests.
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