Romance

The Marriage That Stripped Her Bare

by Jinx

When I remarried Thomas Quinn, Stacie Browning, the fake heiress, showed up in funeral clothes to make a scene.Instead of getting angry, Thomas turned to me, still in my wedding gown, and said offhandedly, "Rose, Stacie has been delicate ever since she was little. She can't wear scratchy burlap like this. "You're thick-skinned anyway. Swap clothes with her."Stacie stared at my slightly rounded belly with jealous eyes, then pouted and whined at Thomas, "The wedding dress has to be disinfected first, or it'll be all stinky, and I won't wear it!"I was trading my wedding gown for funeral clothes, and she still turned her nose up at it.Snickers rippled through the crowd.But I didn't scream or throw a fit the way I used to.Instead, with stiff fingers, I peeled off the ill-fitting wedding gown layer by layer. It felt like flaying away more than ten years of love between Thomas and me, skin and flesh together.Just as I was about to strip completely bare, Thomas suddenly yanked off his suit jacket and hurled it at me."Rose, do you have any shame left at all?!"The jacket still held the warmth of his body, even warmer than the day we first met. Yet draped over me now, it felt bone-chillingly cold.The truth was, the wedding gown didn't matter. Neither did my pride.What mattered was that I could save my daughter, Poppy.And soon, I would be flying far away from here, taking the little life growing inside me with me.

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