The Woman He Tried to Erase

On our sixth anniversary, Rafael surprised me with a dress—luxurious silk, effortlessly elegant. I slipped into it, daring to believe I finally belonged in his world.

Then Bianca barged in.

“You’ve got some nerve wearing that!”

Riiip. She yanked at the fabric, tearing it apart.

A sharp slap.

“That was my mother’s, you filthy nobody!”

It wasn’t mine after all—it had always been hers. The woman I would never measure up to.

And as Bianca hissed, “Get out of that dress, you pathetic tramp,” something inside me shattered. I had to get away.