The Blue Dress Revenge

The Blue Dress Revenge

UNA KAIN

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I stood at the Sterling Family Foundation Gala, a silent accessory in my forget-me-not blue dress, trying to blend into the marble. My heart sank as Julian, his handsome face tight with disapproval, approached, his mother Mrs. Sterling gliding coldly beside him. "Clara," he cut through the polite chatter, "What did I tell you about that color?" Then Chloe appeared, a younger, brighter version of Seraphina, and Julian's gaze softened instantly. He sneered, "This dress, Clara, is an embarrassment. You look like you' re trying too hard to be someone you' re not." My cheeks burned. Chloe' s smile didn' t reach her eyes, clearly enjoying my humiliation. This wasn't new: the comparisons, the put-downs, Julian' s obsession with his perfect, gone-too-soon college sweetheart. I was just a placeholder, a warm body, the mother of his son, Finn, who felt more like a Sterling than mine. Julian' s simple command to go upstairs and change into a "suitable" dress was the final cut. For years, I' d been quiet, submissive, taught by foster care to be small. Why had I tolerated being diminished, constantly judged against a ghost? But something inside me, a tiny, resilient seed, finally cracked open. I wouldn't go upstairs. I would leave.

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I stood at the Sterling Family Foundation Gala, a silent accessory in my forget-me-not blue dress, trying to blend into the marble.

My heart sank as Julian, his handsome face tight with disapproval, approached, his mother Mrs. Sterling gliding coldly beside him.

"Clara," he cut through the polite chatter, "What did I tell you about that color?"

Then Chloe appeared, a younger, brighter version of Seraphina, and Julian's gaze softened instantly.

He sneered, "This dress, Clara, is an embarrassment. You look like you' re trying too hard to be someone you' re not."

My cheeks burned.

Chloe' s smile didn' t reach her eyes, clearly enjoying my humiliation.

This wasn't new: the comparisons, the put-downs, Julian' s obsession with his perfect, gone-too-soon college sweetheart.

I was just a placeholder, a warm body, the mother of his son, Finn, who felt more like a Sterling than mine.

Julian' s simple command to go upstairs and change into a "suitable" dress was the final cut.

For years, I' d been quiet, submissive, taught by foster care to be small.

Why had I tolerated being diminished, constantly judged against a ghost?

But something inside me, a tiny, resilient seed, finally cracked open.

I wouldn't go upstairs.

I would leave.

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