My Ex’s Wife Tried to Humiliate Me—But My Daughter Stole the Spotlight (2 of 3)

Then came the knock.

It was Debbi. My ex-husband’s new wife. Hair professionally blown out, reeking of designer perfume. She didn’t even bother with a greeting—just strutted in, holding a dress bag like it was the Holy Grail.

“Taa-da!” she announced, unzipping the bag with a dramatic flourish. The dress. The $1,000 one. “Now you don’t have to wear the rags your mom made,” she added with a smile that dripped venom. “Now you know who really gives you everything.”

Rose’s face lit up. She gasped, reached for the gown, and I swear it felt like someone drove a needle right through my chest. She didn’t mean to hurt me—she was just a teenager handed the fantasy dress of her dreams. I forced a smile, said nothing. It was her night, not mine.

Debbi beamed, smug and satisfied. Like she’d won something.

But the next night? Oh, the next night…

I stood in the corner of the venue, behind the streamers and glitter, just out of sight. The music pulsed through the gym walls. Teens in rented tuxes and sequined dresses floated past like royalty.

Then I saw her—Rose.

Wearing our dress.

Not the $1,000 one.

Ours.