The Second Wife’s Revenge

On our sixth anniversary, Alessandro gave me a dress—elegant, silk, perfect. I wore it, thinking, for once, I was meant to belong.

Then Mirella stormed in.

“How fucking dare you wear that?!”

Riiip. The fabric tore under her hands.

Slap.

“This was my mother’s, you disgusting whore!”

The dress wasn’t mine—it was hers. The woman I could never replace.

As Mirella sneered, “Go find something else to wear, bitch,” I knew I had to leave.

But as I tried to escape, I was caught by Alessandro and thrown into an abandoned room. There, I found someone I never expected: Alessandro’s first wife.