Ruined Gown, The Altar's Final Vengeance

On the eve of my wedding, my fiancée let her male bestie cut up the bridal gown my late mother spent months sewing.

She allowed him to turn it into a micro-mini dress.

I rushed over with the ruins of the dress, ready to demand an explanation.

But then, I heard her laughing with him through the door.

"He actually wants me to wear something touched by a dead person. It's so cursed!"

Through the crack in the door, I saw my cold, distant fiancée sitting on his lap.

Her face was flushed with a