She Took My Wedding Dress

My fiancé Adrian had picked out my wedding dress a year in advance.

But now he was asking me to take off my ring.

He said it would upset Ava. She'd feel like I, the adopted daughter, had stolen the man she loved.

"Just let her have this for now. I'll make it all up to you later."

I'd been hearing that sentence since I was eighteen. I was twenty-one now.

Later, I went home to get my passport and heard my mother asking him in the study:

"Claire still doesn't know she's our biological daughter. Just humor her a little more."

He said he knew. He'd already picked out our wedding home for me—