The moment he pushed the door open, he saw the woman sitting on the bed, quietly waiting for her groom. She was not wearing the wedding dress he had given her.
She chose the wedding dress her husband had custom-made for her. The hollowed-out light veil style made her look pure and beautiful.
He clenched the bouquet in his hand and, suppressing the bloodthirsty pain in his heart, walked towards her step by step...
Alla had been bowing her head. Hearing footsteps, she thought it was Jacob. But when she looked up, she met a pair of red-rimmed eyes.
She shivered and her face turned a few shades paler.
She had told Martin not to come, but he came anyway.
How would she deal with this? How would Ricky deal with it? How would he deal with it?
Casiano didn't care. He slowly walked to her, knelt on one knee, and handed her the bouquet.
"Ms. Barton, I'm sorry, I stole Jacob's bouquet. I hope you won't blame me..."
