Adrian stole my draped couture designs for his celebrity fiancée, publicly framing me to a documentary crew as his mentally unstable former assistant. He thought I was easily discarded, unaware I was now a billionaire’s wife and the creative director of Lumiere. Instead of letting my husband’s legal team silence his smear campaign, I chose to completely reconstruct the six stolen designs from scratch. The price was agonizing: my past two years of meticulous work were irreversibly stained with his false accusations, forcing me to permanently shatter the last remaining illusions of our shared history. With Adrian wielding a forged co-creation agreement from my old hard drive to destroy my debut, the fashion world watches our impending collision. As the lights dim, only one of us will survive the runway.