After making the wedding dress, I changed husbands

I’m a designer of bespoke silk couture. Recently, I took an urgent order for a gala dress.

The client was intense. She called it her "battle armor" for a reunion with her first love.

I offered her my sincere blessings. In return, she gave me a smile that felt sharp and heavy with meaning.

Later, I realized that she was Mirabelle Saint―the legendary first love of my boyfriend, Julian Thorne. She wasn't smiling at my kindness; she was laughing at my stupidity.

For ten years, I had lived a lie.