Adrian and I had been married for seven years. During those years P2

My husband bu:rned my only decent dress so I couldn’t attend his promotion party. He called me an “embarrassment.” But when the grand ballroom doors opened, I appeared in a way he never expected—and that night destroyed his world completely.
Adrian and I had been married for seven years. During those years, I was the one who carried us. I worked multiple jobs, sold my belongings, and sacrificed everything so he could finish his exams and secure a position at Vanguard Dominion, a billion-dollar corporation.
Tonight was supposed to be his moment. He had just been promoted to Vice President of Operations. I had saved for months just to buy a simple blue dress so I could stand beside him proudly.
But just an hour before we were meant to leave, I smelled something burning in the backyard.
I rushed outside—and froze.
Adrian stood there in his tuxedo, holding lighter fluid. My dress was on the grill, consumed by flames.
“Adrian?! What are you doing?!” I cried, rushing forward, but he pu:shed me back.
“Don’t bother,” he said coldly. “It’s trash. Just like you.”
My heart shattered. “Why would you do this? How am I supposed to go with you?”
He looked at me with pure disdain. “Exactly. You’re not. Look at you—your hands, your smell, the way you dress. I’m a VP now. My circle is different. You don’t belong anymore.”
I shook, tears falling. “I helped you get there… I stood by you when you had nothing…”

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