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Derek turned around, looked me up and down, and said the first sentence coldly: "Luna, you are still too fat."

My smile froze on my face, and even the salesperson next to me looked a little embarrassed. He continued, "Your face is swollen, your arms are thick, your frame is big, and your waist is thick. It doesn't look good at all." He sighed, "Luna, you really don't look like a bride in this wedding dress."

Although his voice was not loud, it was loud enough for everyone in the store to hear clearly. All kinds of eyes fell on me, some sympathetic, some mocking, some watching the show... At that moment, I felt like a commodity that Derek looked at casually, and I lost my dignity as a human being.

Tears rolled in my eyes, and my heart was so blocked that I could hardly breathe. In order to wear this wedding dress, I have been exercising every day according to Derek's requirements. I have only eaten a little bit every day for three months. I have finally lost 20 pounds, just to look good at the wedding. Why does he still say this to me?

Maybe it was the hunger for days that made me lose control of my emotions, or maybe it was the feeling of unfulfilled expectations that was too painful. In short, at this moment, the emotions that I had been holding back for ten years finally burst out.

I pulled off my veil and yelled at him for the first time, "Derek, if you don't think I'm good enough, don't marry me!" I then said, "Yes, I don't look like a bride, so I won't get married!"

Under Derek's surprised gaze, I took a deep breath and finally said the words that had been circling in my mind countless times: "Derek, let's break up."