Just days before her wedding, Jenna discovers her perfect dress destroyed by scorch marks, leaving her devastated and confused.

Her search for answers reveals a shocking betrayal that changes everything.

Her next move is pure revenge.

I never thought I’d be one of those brides who got all weepy over a dress.

But there I was, standing in front of the mirror at Bella’s Bridal, my hands clasped over my mouth, trying not to smudge my mascara as tears welled up in my eyes.

“Oh, honey,” my mom said, squeezing my shoulder. “

You look absolutely beautiful.”I smoothed my hands over the intricately beaded lace bodice, marveling at how it hugged my curves just right before flowing into a dreamy tulle skirt.

It was perfect, exactly what I’d always imagined I’d wear when I married Adam.

“This is it,” I breathed, twirling around to face my mom.

“This is the one.”Fast forward to a week later, and I was still on cloud nine.

I’d hung the dress in the guest room closet, safely zipped up in its garment bag, but I couldn’t resist peeking at it every chance I got.

”You’re obsessed,” Adam teased one night as I came back from yet another visit to my dress.

I flopped onto the couch next to him, grinning. “Can you blame me? In three weeks, I get to wear that dress and marry you. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.” Adam pulled me close, planting a kiss on my forehead.

“I’m the lucky one,” he murmured. If only I’d known then how quickly my world was about to come crashing down.It happened on a Tuesday morning. I remember because I had the day off work, and I was planning to finalize some wedding details. I practically skipped to the guest room, ready for my daily dose of wedding dress joy. But when I opened the closet door, my heart stopped. At first, I couldn’t process what I was seeing. The garment bag was unzipped, and there was my dress, but it looked… wrong.

As I reached out with trembling hands to touch the fabric, I saw the huge, ugly burn marks scarring the delicate lace and beading. My legs gave out, and I sank to the floor, a strangled sob escaping my throat. This couldn’t be happening. It had to be a nightmare. I fumbled for my phone, dialing my mom’s number through a haze of tears. “Mom,” I choked out when she answered. “The dress… it’s ruined.” “What? Jenna, slow down. What happened?”I tried to explain between sobs, but nothing made sense. How could this have happened?

The dress had been fine yesterday.”I’m coming over,” Mom said firmly. “Just sit tight, honey. We’ll figure this out.” I hung up and immediately called Adam. He answered on the second ring, his voice cheerful. “Hey, babe! What’s up?””Adam,” I said, my voice breaking. “Something terrible has happened.” As I explained about the dress, his shock was apparent even through the phone. “That’s impossible,” he said. “How could that happen? Are you sure it wasn’t some kind of accident?

Maybe there’s an issue with the house wiring or something?”His suggestion sounded ridiculous, but I was too distraught to argue. “I don’t know,” I said miserably. “Can you come home?” “I’ve got a big meeting I can’t reschedule,” he said, sounding genuinely regretful.

“But I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay? Try not to worry. We’ll sort this out.” As I hung up, a nagging feeling settled in my gut. Something about this whole situation felt… off. And I was determined to find out what it was.My mom arrived within the hour, and together we examined the dress, trying to make sense of the damage.

“It looks like it was done with an iron,” she said, her brow furrowed. “But who would do such a thing?”I shook my head, feeling sick. “I don’t know. The only people who’ve been here recently are you and Jason.” Jason was Adam’s best friend. He’d stopped by a few days ago to drop off some wedding planning stuff. But surely he wouldn’t…”Let’s check the security cameras,” Mom suggested.

“Maybe they caught something.” I’d forgotten about the cameras Adam had installed a few months back. With shaking hands, I pulled up the app on my phone and started scrolling through the footage. And then I saw it. My heart stopped as I watched Adam — my Adam — walk into the guest room with an iron in his hand. He looked calm, almost methodical as he unzipped the garment bag and pressed the hot iron against my dress.”Oh my God,” I whispered, dropping the phone.

Mom picked it up, her face paling as she watched. “Jenna,” she said softly. “I’m so sorry. What… why would he do this?” But I didn’t have an answer to that question. The rest of the day passed in a blur. I canceled my appointments, ignoring the concerned messages from friends and family. I couldn’t bear to explain what had happened—I could barely understand it myself. When Adam finally came home, I was waiting for him in the living room.

The ruined dress lay out on the coffee table between us. His face went white when he saw the look on my face. “Jenna, I can explain—” “Explain?” I cut him off, my voice shaking with fury. “Explain how you deliberately destroyed my wedding dress? How you lied to me?” “It’s not what you think,” he pleaded. “Jason… he told me things. About you and your ex. He said you were meeting up, that you were having doubts about us.”I stared at him, disbelief warring with rage. “And you believed him?

After five years together, you thought I’d cheat on you?” Adam’s shoulders slumped. “He suggested… he said if I ruined the dress, your reaction would show how much you really cared about the wedding. About me.””So you decided to test me?” I spat. “By destroying my dream dress?”

Tears were streaming down Adam’s face now. “I’m so sorry, Jenna. I don’t know what I was thinking. Please, we can fix this. We can get you a new dress—””A new dress?” I laughed bitterly. “You think this is about the dress? You betrayed me, Adam. You let your jealousy and insecurity destroy everything we had.” At that moment, looking at the man I thought I knew, I realized something. The dress wasn’t the only thing that had been irreparably damaged. “The wedding’s off,” I said quietly. “I can’t marry someone who doesn’t trust me.”

Adam’s pleas faded into background noise as I walked out of the room, out of the house, out of the life we’d planned together.The next few days were a whirlwind of cancelations and explanations. My friends rallied around me, offering support and shoulders to cry on. But as the initial shock wore off, another emotion began to take its place: anger. Not just at Adam, but at Jason. The more I thought about it, the more I realized he was the root of all this. He’d manipulated Adam, fed him lies, and ultimately destroyed our relationship. And for what? Jealousy?

Boredom? Whatever his reasons, I knew I couldn’t let him get away with it.It took some digging, but I finally found what I was looking for. Proof that Jason had been cheating on his serious girlfriend, Sophie, for months. Dates, places, even a few incriminating photos courtesy of a mutual friend who’d seen him out with another woman. I debated for days about what to do with this information. Part of me wanted to confront Jason directly, to see the look on his face when he realized his game was up.

But in the end, I decided on a different, more devastating approach.I created an anonymous email account and sent everything to Sophie. No commentary, no accusations, just the facts and the evidence to back them up. The fallout was spectacular. Sophie dumped Jason publicly, calling him out on social media for his infidelity. Their friends were quick to take sides, with most rallying around Sophie.

Jason’s reputation, carefully cultivated over years, crumbled in a matter of days. I watched it all unfold from a distance, feeling a grim satisfaction.It wasn’t until I ran into Adam at a coffee shop a few weeks later that I realized the full extent of the damage.”I heard about Jason,” I said, after an awkward greeting. Adam nodded, looking tired. “Yeah. Turns out he’d been lying to a lot of people, not just me. I… I’m so sorry, Jenna. For everything.” I studied him for a moment.

The anger I’d been holding onto for weeks seemed to dissipate, leaving behind a dull ache of what might have been.”I accept your apology. I’m sorry too,” I said finally. “Not for what I did, but for what we lost.” As I walked away, I felt lighter somehow. The dress, the wedding, the betrayal—it was all behind me now. Ahead lay a future I couldn’t predict, but one that was entirely my own.And for the first time in weeks, I smiled.