Breaking Free from Past

Synopsis

I stood frozen in Ryan's Manhattan apartment, staring at the emerald green designer dress laid out on his king-sized bed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to touch the silky fabric—Givenchy, the same designer I'd pointed out in a magazine last month when Ryan asked what I wanted for our anniversary. He'd laughed then, saying it was 'ridiculous to spend that much on fabric.' Yet here it was, not for me, but for someone else. 'Ryan?' I called out, my voice steadier than I felt. 'What's this?' He emerged from the bathroom, casually buttoning his crisp white shirt, not even glancing