PART 2: Three weeks after my midnight-blue Versace dress vanished from my closet

of my life away to another woman one gift at a time until eventually he handed her my dignity too.

I looked at Rebecca again.

The dress suddenly didn’t look beautiful anymore.

It looked desperate.

Cheap.

Like a costume stolen from someone stronger.

“You should leave,” I told her quietly.

Rebecca swallowed hard.

“But before you do…”

I stepped closer.

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