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 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.”
