Open Marriage, Broken Promises: When Love Turns to Ashes novel Chapter 67

Jason's car stopped at the entrance of the bridal shop.

He walked towards the sign of X Bridal.

"Hello, sir. Are you looking to buy a wedding dress?"

Jason nodded and then shook his head.

"My fiancée bought a wedding dress here, but she accidentally damaged it. I'd like to buy a replacement. Which one did she buy?"

The sales assistant found the wedding dress based on the name and phone number Jason provided.

"Sir, you're in luck. There are three of this dress, and one was sold to your fiancée. The other one was sold yesterday."

"Take a look, is it this one?"

Jason looked up, and in front of him was a wedding dress that was understated yet luxurious, elegant without losing its dignity—exactly the style Elena would like.

He smiled, imagining how Elena would look wearing it.

So, it turned out she was wearing this wedding dress that day, wanting to marry him.

Had he lost something?

In the end, Jason bought the wedding dress.

Sitting at home, he looked at the white gown hanging in the living room and suddenly remembered Elena from their rented apartment.

Back then, when they had no money, Elena had gazed longingly at the wedding dresses in the window of a bridal shop.

What did he say back then?

He had held her in his arms, speaking solemnly and firmly.

"Baby, when I have money, I'll get you a custom wedding dress, one that's unique. I believe you'll be the most beautiful bride when you wear it."

But what had changed?

He had started indulging in the outside world, no longer content with just keeping Elena to himself.

He didn't even like Fu Ling, but when he saw Elena in a wedding dress at the exhibition, he panicked.

He didn't want to be tied down by marriage; he feared the commitment.

So, in front of her, he took Fu Ling's hand, hoping to tell Elena not to force him into marriage like this.

But she left, really left.

Jason stood up from the sofa and walked over to the wedding dress, sitting beside it.

He smiled, "It's alright. This time, I'll propose to you."

"Elena, I'll make it up to you."

"I'll give you the grandest wedding."

When Jason called, I was lying in Ryan's arms, letting him do as he pleased.

"Elena, are you done fooling around? Hurry back if you're done."

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

Then Jason heard a man's laughter.

He panicked suddenly.

"Where are you? Elena!"

Ryan kissed me senseless. When I gasped for air, he said.

"She's busy with me, can't come back."

"Damn it! How dare you touch her—"

The call was abruptly cut off. Ryan said as punishment, I couldn't say stop today.

Living together with him wasn't as complicated as I had imagined.

The ways of taking care of someone that I had learned from Jason inevitably got applied to Ryan as well.

At night, he held me tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Elena, you don't have to work so hard."

"Occasionally, you should stop and let me show you what I can do."

I gently smiled and hugged him back.

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

Ryan said that when he was abroad, he was very handy.

He often cooked for himself.

So, this afternoon, instead of going out to eat, we bought some ingredients and planned to cook at home.

While chatting and laughing as we walked downstairs, we saw Jason looking a bit disheveled.

To be honest, seeing him like this still surprised me.

Because in my memory, even when we were at our poorest and most down-and-out, Jason was always the well-dressed man.

But now, his face was covered with stubble, unshaved, and his suit was all wrinkled.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding a large, wrinkled bag in his arms.

Seeing me, Jason hurried over.

He was cautious, almost pleading, and gentle.

"Elena, I've come to take you back to Vancouver."