Chapter 3 Crashing the Wedding

As Harold's parents comforted me, they pulled me into their car, and we sped toward the wedding venue.

Inside the church, the center aisle was covered in Juliet roses, the kind of arrangement that must have cost a fortune. At the altar, the pastor was already reciting the wedding vows.

Before him stood Leila, wearing a gown worth tens of millions, and Harold. She gazed up at him with bright, loving eyes.

Just as they were about to exchange rings, with romantic music drifting through the hall, Derek charged in and shouted for the ceremony to stop.

At first, Harold was startled to see Derek in the church. Soon, he snapped back to his senses and glared at me despite the crowd separating us.

He strode straight over, grabbed me by the front of my shirt, and hissed through gritted teeth, "How sly of you, Nina. To ruin this wedding, you actually tattled to my parents. Do you have any idea how much money and effort went into this?

"I've been far too kind to you all these years. That's why you dare defy me now."

I scoffed while looking him straight in the eyes.

Before I could speak, Leila rushed over and dropped to her knees with a loud thud. She clung to my pants and pleaded pitifully.

"Nina, I never wanted to ruin your relationship with Mr. Lane. We were going to get divorced as soon as the wedding was over. Then, I'd resign and never appear before you again… But…"

She suddenly looked up, her eyes bloodshot, and said hoarsely, "Nina, I'm pregnant with Mr. Lane's child. Please…"

Even though I had already known something was wrong between them, hearing my suspicion confirmed still made my heart ache.

For a moment, I stood there numb and stunned, my limbs weak. I did not know how to react.

Everyone in the church was staring at me with gleeful and mocking looks in their eyes.

I even heard them whispering and laughing at how foolish I was.

As I had been silently staring at Leila the entire time, Harold thought I was going to attack her.

He quickly helped Leila to her feet and stepped in front of her, shielding her from my gaze as he glared at me with intense hatred.

"You're way too unreasonable, Nina! Leila has been with us for years. She's not after anything, and I was the one who wronged her.

"You keep saying you love me, but you can't even tolerate her. Now you're trying to ruin her dream wedding too. How vicious can you be?"

He then shoved me.

I was not prepared and nearly fell. Fortunately, Diana caught me in time.

Once I steadied myself against a nearby chair, Diana turned and slapped Harold hard across the face.

The loud slap echoed, and the church full of whispers instantly fell silent.

Ignoring the cameras livestreaming the entire event, she pointed at him and shouted in fury.

"Listen carefully, Harold! Everyone knows how much Nina has done for you and for the Lane family. Your father and I will only ever acknowledge her as the future Mrs. Lane, and only her child will be the next heir.

"As for this Leila, if you dare bring her home, your father and I will disown you!"

Harold clearly had not expected his parents to take my side. After rubbing his pale face for a moment, he let out a cold snort.

"You still don't know, do you? Nina admitted yesterday that the baby in her stomach isn't even mine. If you trust her that much, then disown me!"

With that, he led Leila out of the church without another glance at us.

Chaos broke out in the hall. Diana fainted.

I hurriedly called for someone to drive her to one of the hospitals operated by the Lane family.

During her stay in the hospital, Harold never visited.

Worried, I kept hovering by her side to look after her. On the day she was supposed to be discharged, Harold sent me a message.

'Nina, today is the launch day. You should be here with the rest of the team. Where are you? Are you skipping work?'

I was in the middle of typing out my response when he sent a second message.

'If you don't want the job, leave already so that Leila can have it!'

With a huff, I finished my message and sent it. 'I've already resigned, Mr. Lane. Who takes over my job is up to you.'

Barely a minute passed before he called me.

The moment I answered, his furious shouting was so loud that my phone seemed to vibrate in my hand.