My Fiancé's Wife Attacked Me
Language: en
The day I tried on my wedding dress, a strange woman burst into the VIP room and stabbed me without warning. "Stealing my husband and still planning a wedding?" She tore my veil to shreds, her face twisted with a grotesque smile as she splashed acid toward me. The cold blade pierced my shoulder. I collapsed in front of the mirror, crying out in pain. But she grabbed my throat, forcing me to look up: "Ethan Cross is my husband. Who the hell do you think you are? Homewrecker!" Blood stained the pristine white dress. That's when it hit me. My perfect boyfriend of three years, the man I'd been…