Wear My Dress, Meet My Gun

"On the flight to Arlencia, a post popped up: [What's it like to have sex in a wedding dress?]The pic showed a girl yanking some guy's purple tie while he hiked up her gown. His face was blurred, but hers? Straight-up blissed out.Everyone in the comments was swooning over how in love they looked.I didn't swoon. I froze.Because that purple tie? I gave it to Zeke Santoro, my fiancé, a few days ago.And that wedding dress? The exact custom one he had made for me. There was only one.I kept zooming in, heart racing, until I spotted a family photo in the background.My hands were shaking when I called him."I wanna see the dress," I said.He hesitated. "It's at the studio getting final touches. Not with me right now. I'll show it to you later."I just smiled and hung up.That was all I needed. Zeke cheated—and the girl? His stepsister, Jella.Total circus.I reopened the post and shot her a DM: [Your wedding dress is stunning. I have the same one.]"