My Fiancé's Wife Attacked Me

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.