Pathological Dependence
Language: en
When my fiancé Dean was accompanying me to try on wedding dresses, he suddenly said: "This mermaid dress looks better on Chloe. Her hips are perkier than yours, and her waist is slimmer." I was furious. "You let your secretary wear my wedding dress?" Dean shrugged. "If you mind wearing a wedding dress that someone else has tried on, you don't have to wear it. And if you mind marrying a man who's slept with someone else, you can walk away too." 1 "You… you hooked up with her?" My lips trembled. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "A young, fresh woman actively throwing…