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On the wedding day.
Jack wore a well–tailored suit, looking extraordinarily handsome.
Emily wore a bridesmaid dress she had custom–made, which looked more like an evening gown, even more luxurious than my custom–made wedding dress.
The two of them standing together actually looked like a good match.
I watched the live broadcast of the wedding on my phone.
Emily probably wanted everyone to see how pathetic I would look when the wedding was crashed, so she had someone set up a live stream.
The viewers in the live stream didn’t know what was going on, but seeing it was a wedding, they all came to offer their blessings.
Emily, arm in arm with Jack, went around taking photos with people, fluttering like a little butterfly among the crowd.
She was so conspicuous that anyone who didn’t know better might think she was the bride tonight.
When asked, she laughed and said:
“No, no, I’m not the bride, I’m just the groom’s good friend.”
10:02 AM
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“Really? I’m not as beautiful as you say.”
“If you praise me like this, the bride might get upset. She’s actually… quite petty.”
“Don’t joke around, Jack and I have been close since childhood, how could I possibly be interested in him?”
“But he is indeed quite a catch, it’s just his taste in brides that’s not so great.”
“But with me around, I absolutely won’t let Jack suffer any grievances from her, hmph.”
Hearing this, the viewers in the live stream also started discussing today’s bride.
But by noon, as the guests gradually arrived, the bride still hadn’t shown up.
Jack’s expression changed slightly, finally slowly realizing something was wrong.
He tried to call me, but found he had been blocked.
He then sent me a message: [Lily, what are you upset about now?
[Is it because I didn’t ask for your permission to have Emily as a bridesmaid? Do you really need to be angry over such a small thing?]
Just then, the guests who were eating let out a gasp of surprise.
An audio recording of Jack and Emily’s conversation appeared on the big screen at the wedding.
“Hey, wasn’t it thrilling to play with her in bed last night like I taught you?”
“If I hadn’t told you to use a permanent marker to write ‘slut, ‘whore, and ‘bitch‘ on her body while she was out of it, you wouldn’t have had such
an exciting experience.”
“You’re something else.”
“You know, I’m actually a bit jealous that you’re marrying her.”
“I’m just playing with her. On the wedding day, you come and crash it. I’ll leave with you, and she’ll be humiliated. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“It’s her own fault. I only agreed to marry her, but now she’s becoming too clingy and controlling. Running away from the wedding is just to teach her a lesson.”
The wedding instantly descended into chaos.
Then, the big screen also showed the video from yesterday of Emily clinging to Jack at the bar, saying she wanted to give herself to him.
Emily was covered with his coat and gently carried away. Anyone with half a brain could guess what happened between them afterward.
Yes, Jessica had secretly recorded that scene yesterday.
The number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed, and it instantly became noisy.
[No way, she was talking so much trash about the bride, but it turns out she’s the one being the other woman!]
[The guy is getting married the next day, and she’s crying and insisting on giving herself to the groom the night before the wedding, even asking him to run away from the wedding. If I were the bride, I’d slap her.]
[So where’s the bride? Did she run away from the wedding?]
[Isn’t it obvious? The wedding has been going on for half a day, and the bride still hasn’t shown up.]
[LOL, this guy was planning to run away on the wedding day to humiliate her, now he’s getting a taste of public embarrassment himself. How does it feel?]
10:02 AM
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Emily’s face turned pale, and she covered her face, screaming: “Turn it off! Turn off the live stream!“!!
I closed my phone and prepared to board the plane.
The farce at the wedding had nothing to do with me anymore.
