He Gave Our Wedding Gown to His First Love—Then Learned I Was the Chief Designer

I designed a wedding gown for my own ceremony, only for my fiancé to give it to the woman he had never gotten over. That day, I was wearing the black staff uniform of Jintang Bridal, standing beside the fitting-room mirror as I straightened a customer’s hem. Zhou Jinghuai walked in holding Lin Wan’s hand, the engagement ring I had chosen still on his finger. He did not even look at me. He simply pointed to the moon-white gown displayed at the very back of the window. “That one. Wanwan likes it. I don’t care what it costs.” Lin Wan covered her mouth with a laugh. “Is this a gown your ex-fiancée is selling? She must have gotten awfully lucky to land a job selling wedding dresses here.” Afraid of losing a major sale, the store manager lowered her voice and told me to fetch the key. But that gown had no price. It was a one-of-a-kind piece I had sealed away for my own wedding under my name as chief designer. Inside its lining, I had even embroidered Zhou Jinghuai’s initials beside mine. I took off my gloves and switched the back-end record to authorization lock. A line of red text appeared on the screen. [Work No. S-001. No fittings, sale, or transfer without the designer’s personal authorization.]