His Mistress Tried on My Bridal Dress

Ten days before the wedding, I pushed open the fitting room door to find my fiancé Ethan bent over, adjusting Chloe's wedding dress.

That dress—I was the one who ordered it.

The store clerk stood nearby, smiling as she complimented Chloe's figure, saying the dress looked like it was custom-made for her.

I stood frozen in the fitting room doorway.

Chloe spotted me in the mirror and quickly covered her exposed cleavage.

"Natalie, don't misunderstand." Her voice dripped with innocence. "I just thought this dress was so beautiful, and I mentioned wanting to try it on. Ethan said—"