Chapter 3

When I left New York City, I didn't dare take it with me.

I was afraid I couldn't resist reminiscing about Scott's goodness, recalling the sweetness of him personally helping me into my wedding dress.

I was also afraid of disturbing his future happiness.

So, I put the wedding dress in a safety deposit box at the bank.

On the way back to the hotel, cradling the wedding dress, I happened to see several newlywed couples taking wedding photos.

They gazed at each other with eyes full of love, laughing and playing around constantly.

Scott and I used to be like that too.

I once tripped on the hem of my wedding dress and fell into his arms, blushing furiously.

Scott held me tightly as if I were a precious gem, saying, "Irene just delivered herself right into my arms!"

"I will never let go of Irene's hand, nor will I ever let Irene leave!"

He actually kept his word.

Even when he saw me cheating, after hearing my heartbreaking words, he still humbly knelt down and begged me,

"I don't blame you, Irene. I'll work hard to be a good husband. Please don't leave me."

He sealed the windows, locked the doors, and stayed with me day and night.

It was Scott who distracted him, telling me to seize the chance and get out quickly, not to let all our efforts go to waste.

Without realizing it, I had already walked to the entrance of the flower shop.I love the special cultivated variety of gardenia that's only available here.

Scott often visits this place to cheer me up.

I instinctively glanced into the flower shop, but my face instantly turned pale.

Why were Scott and Scott here?

Scott noticed me, a gleam flashing in her eyes. She nudged Scott,

"Scott, a customer's here to buy flowers. Go attend to them."

She smiled sweetly while explaining to me,

"I'm sorry, my husband and I just acquired this shop recently. We're still getting the hang of things."

My breath caught, a dry ache spreading through my chest.

Scott reached out to help me with the wedding dress, but I clutched it tightly, refusing to let go.

In the struggle, the dress fell onto the flower-pot-strewn ground, covered in soil.

I let out a piercing scream, "No!"

The wedding dress was soiled again, just like me - impossible to clean.

Desperate, I knelt on the ground, gathering up the scattered skirt, mechanically repeating the motion.

Scott stood frozen, his gaze flickering as he looked at me, even withdrawing his hand.

"How come it's you... This wedding dress, is it..."

His cryptic, trembling question was cut short by Scott."Miss Winters, I'm so sorry, Scott is always so clumsy."

I didn't respond, feeling like a walking corpse.

But a voice from deep within my bones cried out: Scott isn't clumsy at all.

He's the greatest designer, with the steadiest hands when drawing designs.

Seeing the wedding dress, Scott shielded Scott behind her and said with a tearful voice,

"Miss Winters, what on earth are you trying to do?"

"Scott has finally gotten over you, do you really want to hurt him again?"

"Haven't you done enough wrong? Do you want to make things even worse?"

These words were Scott's threat to me.

That night, a video had been taken.

My pupils trembled as I raised my eyes in panic, meeting Scott's now cold gaze.

He sneered at me, "Save your energy, I don't play with dirty women."

My heart ached so much that my whole body shook as I stood up holding the wedding dress.

"Designer Belmont is overthinking it. I was just reminiscing about the feeling of cheating in this wedding dress five years ago."

"I've already found someone and am planning to relive that old dream."As I laughed, I felt my eyes grow hot and stinging, the last few words coming out in choked sobs.