Pathological Dependence

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."

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"You… you hooked up with her?"

My lips trembled.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.