"You..." Iris Harris slowly began, her tone low and faintly bewildered, "Why are you here?"
After excessive surprise, she vaguely felt as if she were dreaming.
When one thinks about something for too long, it's hard to distinguish reality from dreams.
These days, she hoped this person would appear and take her away, and she had imagined it countless times.
Brandan Hyde heard her words, and a hint of anger appeared between his brows.
So she still wasn't hoping he would come?
He stepped forward, pulled the woman into his arms, yanked off the wedding dress that tangled in her hair, and threw it on the ground: "You never wore this for me, yet you wore it for someone else?"
His tone carried an inexplicable jealousy.
He had been married to Iris for so long and never saw her in a wedding dress. She looked so beautiful today it nearly drove him mad.
