My Husband Burned My Only Decent Dress So I Couldn’t Attend His Promotion Party

Loud.

Immediate.

People stood.

Some even bowed their heads slightly as I passed.

But I wasn’t looking at them.

I was looking at him.

Adrian.

And the moment our eyes met his glass slipped from his hand.

CRASH.

The sound cut through the room like something breaking beyond repair.

His face drained.

His lips parted.

But no words came.

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