I Was Forced to Wear a Bra – Story of the Day

My boyfriend and I were going to celebrate my birthday when he noticed I wasn't wearing a bra under my dress. He forced me to wear one and slapped me when I refused. Hurt and shaken upon seeing his true colors, I decided to leave him forever. But I knew he wouldn't let me go so easily.

I glanced at the clock, its ticking a reminder that in just two hours, I'd be turning 24—a year I had painted in my dreams with vibrant hues of love and promise.

The red satin slip dress I chose for the evening clung to my curves. Each piece of minimal gold jewelry I adorned myself with was like a whisper of the joy I felt inside.

My brunette curls cascaded over my shoulders, and my nude lipgloss sparkled under the bright lights, highlighting my smile.

I was so delighted as I dabbed my favorite cologne behind my ears and slipped into my stilettos before seeing myself one last time in the mirror.

As I stepped into the living room, the butterflies in my stomach fluttered wildly. Bruno, my boyfriend, who was already standing there in his crisp suit, turned around to face me.

But his smile, the one that had always been a source of warmth, morphed into a look of sheer disbelief and disapproval. At first, I didn't know what was wrong, until his gaze dipped down my neck and halted at my chest.

"What the hell, Ashley? YOU'RE NOT WEARING A BRA?" his voice, laced with a mix of disgust and astonishment, sliced through the room, sending chills down my spine...

Bruno's words felt like a cold hand gripping my heart. The joy that had been bubbling inside me began to disappear, replaced by a growing unease.

"I... I didn't think it was necessary," I stammered, my voice brimming with confusion and hurt. "I thought you liked this dress on me. It looks really pretty, don't you think?"

Bruno's eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. "It's not about the dress, Ashley. It's about looking decent. You can't go out looking like that. God, what is wrong with you? How could you even think you could step out with me like this…without wearing a bra?"

I could feel the walls of the room closing in, the air suffocating. This wasn't the Bruno I knew, or at least, thought I knew. His words were like a harsh light, revealing a side of him I had never seen—or perhaps, had chosen to ignore.

"But why does it matter so much to you, honey?" I whispered.

Bruno's response was immediate, his tone patronizing. "Because it matters what people think, Ashley. You need to learn that. You can't just parade around, letting everyone get an eyeful of your—"

At that moment, staring into the eyes of the man I had loved unconditionally for two years, I began to see the first cracks in the facade of our seemingly perfect relationship.

As Bruno's condemnations echoed in the room, I felt a growing knot in my stomach.

It wasn't just about tonight's outfit; it was about every outfit, every choice I had quietly surrendered over the past two years.

"But Bruno, it's my birthday. I just wanted to feel special," I said, my voice wavering between hurt and hope.

He paced the room, his steps measured, his voice cold. "Ashley, when are you going to understand? I'm doing this for you. I know what's best and what's not. Change the damn dress. If you still want to wear it, put on a bra. And an overcoat."

I watched him, confusion and disbelief clouding my thoughts. "But why can't I just wear what I feel good in? Why must I always be covered up?"

Bruno stopped and turned to me, his eyes hard as he pointed at me. "Because it's not just about you. It's about us, about how people see you... see us. You wearing revealing clothes makes us look bad. What will people think about me? I've invited the elite for tonight's party... and I don't want us attending LIKE THIS!"

I bit my lip, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill.

"Bruno, whenever we go out, I always feel out of place. Everyone's dressed up to the nines, and there I am, in my jeans and overcoat. Don't you see how that makes me feel? I want to dress like everyone else. But you're not allowing me to do it."

He sighed, a patronizing tone creeping into his voice. "Ashley, you're beautiful, but that beauty is for me, not for the world, okay? You're not an exhibition piece. I don't want everyone else admiring something only I should be admiring. You're mine, and I want you to do what I want, okay?"

I felt a surge of frustration. "But it's my body, Bruno. Shouldn't I have a say in how I present myself? Besides, I don't find anything wrong with this dress without a bra underneath. It's nice... and decent. Not revealing like how you feel it is."

Bruno's expression softened momentarily, but his words remained firm. "I know you don't understand now, but one day you will. I'm protecting you from those who don't respect you like I do."

"Respect? Really? Is clipping my wings respect?" I whispered, tears blurring my vision.

As I stood there, feeling the weight of his words, I realized this wasn't protection. It was control, masked as care. And the realization was as suffocating as the overcoat I was forced to wear.

I remember feeling a flutter of excitement as I picked out this designer dress, imagining Bruno's smile when he would see me in it. But guess I was wrong.

"Please, it's my birthday..." I pleaded. "Wearing a bra under this dress will make it look odd."

"We're going to a high-end restaurant, Ashley, not some cheap stripper joint," Bruno spat out, his glare piercing.

I felt a sting at his words, my hopes turning to disbelief. "What? How could you say this to me? Bruno, it's just a dress. I wanted to look special for you... for myself."

He scoffed, his gaze sweeping over me with disapproval. "You think looking like this is special? It's indecent. Go put on a bra and that overcoat. Now."

I felt a surge of defiance. "But Bruno, the dress is meant to be worn this way. It's fashionable, and the open back is part of its charm. Covering it up with an overcoat will attract unwanted attention... and people will laugh at me."

As I turned to show him, his expression shifted from anger to shock, then back to anger. "You can't be serious, Ashley. Your entire back is exposed. What will people think?"

I faced him, frustration boiling inside me. "Why do you care so much about what others think? It's my body, my choice."

Bruno's jaw clenched, his voice rising. "It's about respect, Ashley. Yours and mine. You're not leaving this house looking like that."

Tears brimmed in my eyes as I realized this wasn't about the dress. It was about control, about Bruno dictating every aspect of my life, even down to the clothes I wore.

"Bruno, this is suffocating. Can't you see? I'm not your property to command," I voiced my concerns.

I found it really difficult to hold myself back anymore. I had been doing it for two years, with fragile hopes Bruno would give me my space. But not anymore. I realized that if I didn't take a stand for myself now, then I would never be able to do it.

His gaze hardened, a mix of anger and something else—fear, perhaps? Fear of losing control. Fear of losing me.

"You're my girlfriend, Ashley. I'm just looking out for you. Please wear your bra. We're running late," he voiced.

But in his words, I heard the unspoken truth. This wasn't care. It was possession. It was an order.

"No, Bruno, I won't," I sternly denied, looking him squarely in the eye.

"You will!" Bruno's grip on my shoulders was firm, his touch no longer gentle but commanding as he stared daggers at me. His voice, once tender, now carried a sharp edge of cruelty.

"You look like an escort, Ashley. You're not stepping out in this revealing dress."

His words stung like a slap, their harshness tearing at the fabric of my self-esteem.

"Bruno, you can't talk to me like that," I said, my voice shaking with anger and hurt. "It's my birthday, and I have the right to wear what I want. At least today... please."

There was a moment, a fleeting second, where I saw something in his eyes—a flare of anger I hadn't seen before.

"You think you can just disobey me? I'm your boyfriend. I won't allow my girl to be seen like this."

His grip tightened on my arms, a painful reminder of the power he believed he held over me. I could feel my resolve shaking, but I fought to keep my voice steady.

"Bruno, you don't own me. You can't dictate my life. Stop, you're hurting me."

For a moment, we stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. His eyes were like dark storms, but I saw in them a desperation, a need to control that went beyond just this dress.

"You're mine, Ashley. I do this because I love you," he blurted. "I don't want other men swooning over for your attention. You're my girl. Not some public property."

But in that moment, I realized love shouldn't hurt like this. It shouldn't feel like chains binding me, stripping away my freedom, my identity, and my desires.

While I was trying to process his words, a sharp sting of Bruno's slap resonated through my body, the echo of it louder than any words he had ever spoken.

For a moment, I stood frozen, the realization that he had actually hit me sinking in like a heavy stone in my heart.

Bruno's eyes widened with what seemed like surprise at his own actions.

"Ashley, I... I'm so sorry," he stammered, his voice laced with panic. "I didn't mean to... it was just in the heat of the moment."

I recoiled from his touch, the ache on my face nothing compared to the pain in my chest. "How…how could you?" I managed to whisper, my voice breaking.

I didn't wait for his response. With a surge of anguish, I yanked away from him and bolted out of the house, my tears mixing with the cold night air.

As I ran, the gravity of what had just happened weighed down on me. The man I loved had hurt me, and the fear that it could happen again gnawed at my insides.

In my frantic escape, the glaring headlights of an approaching car caught me off guard. I froze in the middle of the road, the world blurring around me as I got hit and tumbled down with a heavy thud.

The impact was swift, and as I crumpled to the ground, my consciousness began to ebb away.

Through the haze of pain and shock, I vaguely sensed a silhouette of a man leaning over me.

"Hey, are you okay? Stay with me," the stranger's voice cut through the fog in my mind. "Miss, are you alright? Miss?"

I felt the gentle pressure of a shirt being draped over me, a small act of kindness in the midst of chaos.

As the stranger carefully lifted me, his voice a soothing presence in the terrifying darkness, I realized that this moment, as frightening as it was, was also an escape from the suffocating grip of Bruno's toxic love.

The distant sound of an ambulance siren penetrated my haze of consciousness, its persistent shrill a reminder of the thin line between life and death.

As my eyelids fluttered open, I found myself staring into a pair of deep, concerned eyes. The stranger from the accident night sat there, his fingers nervously tapping on his phone.

"Hi," he said softly as if testing the sound of his voice in the sterile silence of the hospital room. "Are you alright?"

He was clad in a scrub jacket, the emblem of his profession subtly declaring him a doctor. "I'm Dr. Xavier," he introduced himself, his voice carrying a gentle warmth.

His concern seemed genuine, yet all I could muster was a cold, distant response.

"I'm... alive?"

Dr. Xavier set his phone aside, leaning in slightly. "You had quite a fall. How are you feeling?" he asked, his tone laced with genuine concern. "Why were you running like that?"

His question hung in the air, but my thoughts were elsewhere, trapped in the stormy seas of my relationship with Bruno.

"I'm feeling better," I whispered.

There was a pause, a moment where Dr. Xavier seemed to be searching for the right words. "I know this might not be the best time, but if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. Tell me, what happened?"

I looked away, the walls of the hospital room closing in on me. "Thanks, but I don't think talking will change anything. My trust... it's broken by someone I..."

Dr. Xavier nodded, understanding coloring his features. "I hear you. Trust is...like glass. Once broken, it's hard to put back together. But it's not impossible."

His words, meant to be comforting, only reminded me of Bruno's charm, the very charm that had blinded me and led me to this moment of despair.

"I trusted his sweetness. His charm. But charm can be deceiving," I said, my voice tinged with bitterness.

Dr. Xavier sighed, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Yes, it can. Sometimes, it's just a cover for something much more sinister. It's not charm that hurts people. It's the intention behind it."

Maybe he was right. But I had resolved to keep my guard up. However, Dr. Xavier's presence was unsettlingly comforting. He introduced himself more formally, explaining how he had found me and brought me to the hospital.

"You almost got us both killed," he said with a half-smile, trying to lighten the mood.

I felt a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking clearly."

He shrugged it off. "It's okay. But we need to contact someone for you. A husband, boyfriend?" He reached for my phone on the bedside table.

Panic surged through me. "No, please don't call my boyfriend," I blurted out, my voice laced with fear.

Before he could respond, the door to my ward opened, and a familiar figure walked in—Dr. Benjamin, Bruno's family doctor and friend. My heart sank like a stone dropped in a well.

As Dr. Benjamin entered the room, a forced smile plastered on his face, and my heart plummeted. "Happy birthday, Ashley," he said, his voice unnaturally cheerful.

Dr. Xavier, sitting nearby, looked on, his expression shifting to one of confusion and concern.

"Birthday?" he gasped.

"Yes, Ashley just turned 24, right Ashley? Bruno had invited me over for the birthday bash, but I heard it was canceled at the last minute," Dr. Benjamin continued, trying to lighten the mood.

"You've given yourself quite a present, a second chance at life!"

He then proceeded to check my eyes with his penlight, the brightness causing me to squint and turn away.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked, apprehension lacing my voice.

"Just a mild concussion," Dr. Benjamin reassured. "But you should have someone to look after you."

The thought of reaching out to my mom and sister flashed through my mind. They were my safe haven, hundreds of miles away from the chaos of my current life.

"I'll call my family," I said firmly, the decision clear in my mind.

Dr. Benjamin hesitated, then dropped the bombshell. "Well, I've already informed your boyfriend. He's already here, in the hospital."

My heart raced, and panic set in. The last person I wanted to see was Bruno. The room seemed to close in on me, the walls a physical manifestation of my trapped state.

As Dr. Benjamin left, mentioning that Bruno would be taking me home, a sense of dread washed over me.

I couldn't—wouldn't—go back with him. In a flurry of desperation, I sprang out of bed, my mind set on escape.

Rushing through the hospital corridors, my heart pounded in my chest. Then, as I reached the reception, my steps faltered.

There was Bruno, his back to me, speaking to the receptionist. "I'm looking for Ashley's ward," he said, his voice disturbingly calm.

Frozen in place, the sight of him reignited all my fears. The thought of facing him, of going back to that suffocating life, was unbearable... and horrifying.

I stood there, a mix of fear and determination battling within me, as I realized this was the moment to take a stand—for myself and for my freedom.

I rushed back to my ward, my heart racing as I faced Dr. Xavier, desperation evident in my voice.

"Please, you have to help me hide from him. My boyfriend... he's here to take me with him. But I don't want to go with him. Please help me," I implored, my eyes pleading.

Dr. Xavier's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why are you so afraid of him?" he asked.

Taking a deep breath, I let it all spill out—the control, the abuse, the slap, and how it all led to me being here.

"He's why I was in front of your car. I was running away from him," I confessed, my voice trembling.

I watched as understanding dawned on Xavier's face, his eyes softening with empathy. "I can try to keep him from visiting you here," he said. "You don't have to be afraid, alright?"

I shook my head, a sense of urgency in my words. "That won't be enough. Bruno is wealthy and influential. He'll find a way to get to me. Please, you don't understand. I can't stay here."

Xavier paused, a determined look crossing his features. He picked up the red checkered shirt from my bed. "Alright, come with me, then. I'll take you somewhere safe."

As we snuck out of the hospital through a back door, a mix of fear and relief washed over me. Could I trust this stranger who had unexpectedly become my savior? Where was he taking me? What more awaited me?

As we drove along the winding routes, I found myself opening up about everything—the highs and lows with Bruno, the endless cycle of control and apologies.

Xavier listened intently, his expression one of deep concern.

After hearing my story, he turned to me, his eyes earnest. "You're safe now, Ashley. You don't have to worry about him anymore. Trust me."

Trust? It felt like the weakest and cruelest of all words... perhaps like a big, bad joke. I was beyond broken to TRUST anyone.

Xavier's words were comforting, yet a part of me hesitated. Was it wise to place my trust in someone I barely knew? As we drove towards his downtown apartment, my mind exhausted and my spirit worn, I realized I had little choice.

Xavier's apartment was a haven of tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaos of my life. He draped a thick blanket over me as I settled on the couch, his movements gentle and considerate—something I had never seen in Bruno.

"This place is still new to me," Xavier shared, his voice soft. "I moved here for the job at the hospital. Been three months."

I glanced around, taking in the modest décor adorned with classic pieces of art. "You have great taste in art," I commented, a brief distraction from my swirling thoughts.

Xavier's eyes lit up. "My dad was an artist. I guess his passion rubbed off on me!" he smiled, a hint of nostalgia in his gaze.

As he headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner, I lay there, enveloped in a sense of peace yet haunted by the looming shadow of Bruno's presence in my life.

I slowly closed my eyes when a sudden flood of light startled me, pulling me from the edge of sleep.

Xavier stood before me, a small cupcake with a lit candle in his hands.

"You still have five minutes left of your birthday. Make a wish," he said, a warm smile on his face.

I couldn't believe this man. None of this felt real. It was... it was like a dream—one shattered too soon at the very thought of Bruno, his dominance, his abuse.

I took the cupcake, feeling the weight of the moment. "I wanted to spend my birthday with someone I love, but instead, I ended up in a hospital," I said, sadness and disappointment brimming in my eyes.

"I'm afraid it's too late for any wishes to come true."

Xavier sat down beside me, his presence comforting. "Maybe your true love is still out there, waiting for you," he said gently.

His words struck a chord in me, stirring a mix of hope and apprehension. Could there really be a chance for love after everything I had been through?

Xavier's gaze was understanding, his voice reassuring as he added, "Sometimes, life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it."

In that moment, with the flickering candlelight casting a soft glow, I allowed myself to believe in the possibility of a new beginning, even amidst the ruins of my past.

The lump in my throat grew as memories of Bruno—his infectious smile and all those empty promises—paraded through my mind.

"I think I've lost my faith in love," I whispered.

Xavier turned to me, his eyes kind. "It's hard to believe in something that's hurt you. But I think someone as gentle and beautiful as you can find true love again." His words were sincere, his smile charming.

His remark sent a flutter through my heart. It wasn't an infatuation, but a stirring of something deeper, something pure. I realized that with Xavier, I felt a sense of freedom, so different from the gilded cage Bruno had kept me in.

I smiled, a genuine smile that felt like a revelation. "I just wish to find someone who loves me for who I am, not for who they want me to be."

Xavier nodded, understanding in his eyes. "That's the kind of love everyone deserves. Someone who's there for your smiles, your tears, and everything in between."

Closing my eyes, I made a silent wish for a love that was nurturing and true, a love that would uplift rather than confine me. As I blew out the candle, watching the flame flicker and die, a sense of lightness enveloped me.

Opening my eyes, I found Xavier's gaze on me, a softness in his eyes that was both comforting and new. "Feeling better?" he asked gently.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks to you," I replied, the warmth in my voice reflecting the gratitude I felt. "You've made my day special when I thought it was ruined."

Xavier's smile broadened, a look of contentment crossing his face. "I'm glad I could be here for you."

With the dim light casting shadows around us, I sensed a shift within me.

There was a budding hope, a quiet acknowledgment that perhaps, just perhaps, this was the beginning of something new. A journey towards healing, towards love, with Xavier by my side.

The night with him unfolded with a lightness that I hadn't felt in a long time. We shared the cupcake, our laughter filling the room as we dined on lasagna—my favorite dish, which he had thoughtfully prepared.

Clinking glasses of red wine seemed to add a sparkle to our conversation as we settled back on the couch, lost in a world of shared interests and easy camaraderie.

"It's crazy how much we have in common," I said, a smile playing on my lips. "I mean, even our taste in movies and ice cream is the same!"

Xavier chuckled, his dimples deepening. "Seems like fate has a sense of humor, doesn't it? Strawberry cheesecake and mint chocolate chip ice cream—the best flavors!"

The hours slipped by as we talked and laughed, finding joy in the simplest things. It felt natural and comforting, and for a moment, I forgot about the turmoil that had brought me here. About Bruno. His abuse. And everything in between.

"I haven't laughed this much in ages," I admitted, my heart feeling lighter than it had in years.

"Neither have I," Xavier replied, his eyes reflecting the same happiness.

Without realizing it, we dozed off in each other's arms, a gentle exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. As the morning light crept in, casting a soft glow around the room, I woke up to find Xavier's eyes on me, a tender look in them.

Our hands were intertwined, and I quickly pulled away, a blush creeping up my cheeks. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Xavier sat up, a reassuring smile on his face. "It's okay. I guess we both needed some comfort."

I nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "Thank you, Xavier. For everything. You've been more than just a savior. I think I should be leaving now."

He leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. "Sometimes, life throws us into unexpected situations, and we find connections where we least expect them."

With the new day dawning, I felt a sense of hope and a flicker of something more—a connection with Xavier that was both unexpected and deeply comforting.

I gazed into his eyes, seeing a reflection of last night's joy. But beneath the surface, the fear of Bruno's inevitable wrath loomed large.

Xavier's voice dragged me back from my spiraling thoughts.

"What would you say if I asked you out, Ashley?"

His question sent a jolt through me. Xavier's charm and respect were so starkly different from Bruno's domineering ways. I admitted to myself.

But the scars Bruno's love had inflicted on my heart were making it impossible to move on... to acknowledge the love coming my way.

"Xavier, I... I haven't officially broken up with Bruno yet," I admitted, my voice trailing off.

I watched as disappointment momentarily clouded Xavier's expression, only for it to clear when I added, "But I need to go back to his place first. And collect my things."

I knew this was too fast, but I didn't want to make it very late and regret it later. I saw it in Xavier's eyes—the love and care I had been deprived of. I didn't want to miss any of it... or him.

His concern was evident. "I'll go with you," he offered resolutely.

I shook my head in disbelief. "You're crazy, Xavier. Bruno will be furious if he sees us together."

But Xavier's determination didn't waver. "That's why I want to go with you, Ashley. I can't let you face him alone. I'll do anything to keep you safe."

He paused, a promise lighting up his eyes. "And once you're free from Bruno, I'll arrange the most romantic date for us. A new beginning. A new chapter. Just you and me."

With a heart brimming with fear and hope, I agreed. We drove to Bruno's mansion that afternoon, unaware of the trap that awaited us.

Just as we were about to reach, my phone buzzed with a call from my mom. Her voice was laced with anxiety. "Ashley, where are you? Are you okay?"

I hesitated for a moment, the weight of the truth heavy on my chest. "Mom, I'm okay. I'm actually on my way to Bruno's house. There's a lot I need to tell you... in person."

There was a brief silence on the other end, a pause that felt like an eternity. "I can't wait to see you, honey," she finally said, her tone a mix of relief and anticipation, before hanging up.

As we arrived outside Bruno's mansion, my stomach knotted. "Xavier, are you sure about this?" I whispered, staring at the huge manor looming over me.

Xavier reached for my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Yes, I am. You're not alone anymore, Ashley. I'll wait for you here."

Stepping out of the car, I took a deep breath. The familiar facade of Bruno's mansion loomed ominously, a stark reminder of the life I was leaving behind.

"I can do this," I murmured.

As I walked towards the door, unaware of Bruno's sinister plans, I realized this was more than just retrieving my belongings. It was a step towards reclaiming my life, my freedom.

As I stepped into Bruno's house, the last thing I expected was a scene straight out of a surprise party. My heart sank when I saw the room filled with guests, relatives, balloons, and confetti.

My mom and sister were there, too, their faces lit up with joy.

"Ta-da! Happy birthday, love!" Bruno's voice boomed as confetti rained down on me.

I was stunned, my confusion evident. "Bruno, what is all this?" I asked, my voice barely above the noise.

He chuckled, a giddy, unfamiliar sound that haunted me. "I wanted to make up for last night, for our little argument. I postponed your birthday party to today."

His words swirled around me, a mix of disbelief and dread settling in. Then, my worst fears materialized as Bruno locked eyes with me, his gaze intense.

"I want to show you my love, to make everything right."

The room fell silent as Bruno dropped to one knee, a diamond ring glinting in a red velvet box. The gasps and joyful exclamations from the crowd felt distant and surreal.

"Will you marry me, Ashley?" Bruno's voice was hopeful, expectant.

I looked around at the eager faces of my family, their smiles urging me to say 'Yes!' But inside, I felt a cold dread, the weight of the moment pressing down on me.

I caught my mom's eye, searching for a hint of understanding, but she only nodded encouragingly. My sister, too, looked on with a bright smile, oblivious to my turmoil.

Surrounded by a facade of happiness, I stood at a crossroads. My voice caught in my throat, the word 'yes' a looming specter I couldn't bring myself to utter.

With everyone's eyes on me, waiting for my response, I realized the magnitude of the choice before me—a choice between a life of pretense with Bruno or the path of freedom and love with Xavier.

Bruno remained kneeling, his blue eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"Ashley, be mine forever. Nothing will ever separate us," he declared. I could sense a mix of plea and command in his voice.

As he uttered the words 'Will you marry me?', my mother's voice broke through the tension. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she spoke.

"Bruno and Ashley, you've been together for two years. It's time to elevate this relationship to a place of eternal happiness. What are you waiting for? Say YES, darling!"

My sister Regina nudged me gently, whispering, "Say yes, Ashley. Awww, he's just perfect!"

Their hopeful faces were a sharp contrast to the storm raging inside me. They didn't know the real Bruno, the man behind the charming facade.

A pang of guilt hit me for never revealing the truth to them earlier.

Gathering every ounce of courage, I faced Bruno. The room fell into hushed anticipation.

"Bruno, I can't marry you!" I finally declared, my voice steady yet heavy with emotion.

The fury that flashed in Bruno's eyes was unmistakable. It was not just a rejection of his proposal; it was a defiance of everything he represented—control, wealth, pride.

The room erupted in a cacophony of confused murmurs. My mother's face crumpled in disbelief. "Ashley, what are you doing? This is every girl's dream! What's wrong with you?"

Bruno stood up slowly, his face a mask of controlled anger. "Is this some kind of joke, Ashley? After everything I've done for you?"

I shook my head, my resolve unwavering. "It's not a joke, Bruno. I can't marry someone who doesn't respect me, and who doesn't see me as an equal. Who abuses me… and dictates every aspect of my life."

The room fell silent, the gravity of my words hanging heavy in the air. Bruno's gaze was piercing, but I met it head-on, the shackles of fear finally breaking.

As I stood there, rejecting Bruno in front of everyone, I felt a liberating sense of freedom. It was a turning point, a step towards reclaiming my life and my voice.

The tension in the room intensified as I faced my mother and sister. I knew it was time to reveal the truth about Bruno... to unmask the monster he really was.

"I need to tell you all something," I began, my voice resolute. "I am seeing someone else."

Bruno's reaction was immediate and fierce. "Who is he? How dare you betray me!" he spat out, his composure slipping.

I held my ground, meeting his gaze. "Someone who genuinely loves me," I declared. "I can't be with someone who tries to control me, who hurts me."

My family's shock was evident as their eyes flickered between me and Bruno. My mother's voice trembled. "Ashley, what are you saying? Bruno, is this true? Did you hurt my daughter?"

Bruno scrambled for words, trying to regain control. "She's lying! She's just being dramatic. Why would I... Ah, c'mon. It's not true, Mrs. McKenzie. I love your daughter. Why would I hurt her?"

With a deep breath, I revealed the full extent of his toxicity. "No, he's lying! I spent my birthday in the hospital because of him. Because of how he treated me."

The room fell into stunned silence. I took a step back, ready to leave this chapter of my life behind.

"Mom... Regina... I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but it's the truth. I can't marry a man who cannot respect me. Who restricts my every desire and treats me like a puppet in his hands."

As I turned to leave, I glanced back one last time.

My sister and mom, their faces etched with fury and disbelief, confronted Bruno. I saw my sister's hand connect with his cheek in a resounding slap, followed by my mom's.

Walking out of Bruno's house, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. The truth was out. The facade shattered. It was the end of a painful chapter and the beginning of a new journey towards healing and self-discovery.

Outside, the cool air embraced me as I ran into Xavier's waiting arms. His presence was a haven, a stark contrast to the emotional storm I had just weathered.

"Are you okay? What about your things?" Xavier asked, his eyes filled with concern as he saw my empty hands.

I gave him a small, determined smile. "I left them. I don't want to carry any past baggage! And about our date..." I paused, my heart pounding with excitement and newfound courage.

"Yes?" Xavier's eyes were full of questions and hope.

I took a deep breath. "I'll go, but first, I have a very important question for you."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Ask away."

I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, exposing my red birthday dress.

"Would it ever bother you if I didn't wear a bra?"

Xavier's eyes widened in surprise, "What? Are you kidding me?"

Then, his tone softened as he met my gaze, "Ashley," he began, his voice gentle yet earnest, "what matters to me is not what you wear or don't wear. It's about being with someone as incredible as you, sharing a journey filled with respect and happiness."

I reached up, cupping his face, and our lips met in a kiss that was a fusion of passion, relief, and the beginning of something new.

Pulling back, I looked into his eyes, a realization dawning within me. "Love isn't about control or demands. It's about respect, understanding, and freedom. It's about being with someone who loves you for who you are... not for who you want them to be."

Xavier smiled, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. "Exactly. And I promise to always respect and cherish you, Ashley. I love you to the moon and back!"

Gazing into Xavier's eyes, a thought crossed my mind.

"I used to dream about a prince charming on a white horse, like in fairy tales. But now I realize that a real Prince Charming isn't about grand gestures or fairy tale endings. He's someone who respects me, cherishes my wishes, and stands by me in my ups and downs. Someone like you, Xavier!"

With the dawning of a new understanding of love, I stepped forward into a future filled with hope, respect, and the promise of genuine affection.

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