As I stood in my room, surrounded by the silence and the weight of my doubts, I couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and hurt. The dress, once a symbol of joy and love, now felt like a suffocating shroud, a reminder of the lies and deception that had torn us apart.
I thought back to the moment when I discovered his infidelity, the pain and shock that had left me reeling. And now, on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, I was faced with the impossible task of pretending that everything was fine, that I could just forgive and forget.
But I couldn't. I couldn't marry a man who had so callously broken my trust, who had shattered my dreams of a future together. I couldn't bear the thought of spending the rest of my life with someone who had so little respect for me, for
