I stood across from Rita, smiling. We were like two opposing sides, where only one could come out on top.
I wanted to see who Cyrus would choose.
"I don't think this classic gown is that great," Cyrus said, his words hanging in the air. Rita's smirk grew wider, and she shot me a triumphant glance.
But in the next moment, her smile faded.
"I prefer the more expensive one," Cyrus continued, pointing to the centerpiece dress. "Only this one is worthy of you."
Without hesitation, he bought the gown, looking at me with the same adoring gaze he'd always shown.
I curled my fingers slightly, though I didn't feel like I'd won.
As Rita went to wrap up the dress, he took my hand and made his promise.
"Honey, I admit I lost my way for a moment in our marriage. But I've never forgotten that you
