I watched my husband torch my dress, then I walked into his gala as the hidden queen of his empire.

The Blaze

“My husband bu:rned my only decent dress so I couldn’t attend his promotion party.” The words echoed in my mind as the orange tongues licked the night air.

I sprinted through the garden, heart pounding, the scent of burning fabric choking me.

Adrian stood in his tuxedo, a bottle of lighter fluid glinting on his palm, his silhouette a cruel statue against the flickering light.