I Gave You Everything, But You Gave Me Nothing

For two decades, I was the invisible one—the wife who no one noticed, no one heard, no one loved. On my fiftieth birthday, I dared to believe someone remembered me when I discovered that crimson dress I had always longed for.

“For you? Are you out of your mind?” Victor, my husband, hissed. “That’s for Selena. Take it off. You ruin everything—fat, hopeless. That dress? It’s not meant for you.”

From the doorway, Leo, his brother and my former closest friend, leaned against the frame, a cruel smile tugging at his lips.