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Yara suspiciously asked, "Really? Almost?""Yes, really!"This assurance brightened Yara's mood considerably. "You're right. Today's my big day. Everything can wait until after today."She checked the time and realized there was only half an hour left before the wedding ceremony. The thought that she would soon become Jonathan's wife filled her with excitement.However, she had no idea that what awaited her was a shocking surprise that would make her wish she were dead.Meanwhile, Rose returned to the hotel and changed into a new outfit. Clover and Miles accompanied her, one on each side. As they walked through the hotel, they drew everyone's attention. The three of them took their seats and waited for the wedding to begin. Although the bride and groom had yet to appear, the media outlets were already in position and ready to capture every moment.Finally, the groom took the stage at the emcee's invitation. He was tall and well-dressed in a tailored suit, but he kept his back t

Everyone in the audience was seated a bit far away, so they couldn't see the groom's face clearly. Even Yara, who was on stage, found her view obscured by the cascading petals.Although she couldn't see the man's face, his tall and imposing figure slowly approaching her was something she couldn't look away from.Her heart skipped a beat with every step he took, and by the time he was almost in front of her, she felt like she could barely breathe.Jonathan… Setting aside his identity as the ruler of the FInches, his mere appearance was handsome enough to outshine any celebrity. It was enough to make her infatuated, and this outstanding man was going to be her husband.He stopped just a step away from her as the petals continued to fall more densely now. All he needed to do was reach out, and he could hold her hand.Yara gulped nervously, barely containing her excitement. She wished that the petal rain could stop so that Jonathan could lift her veil and admire her beauty.As the ex

The unrestrained mockery in Jonathan's laughter made everyone's hearts clench. Then, his clear and measured voice echoed throughout the room. "Ms. Maize's pregnancy is indeed something to celebrate, but who said the child is mine?"The question rendered everyone speechless for a moment. Ignoring the numerous people present, Bella questioned, "Jonathan, why wouldn't it be yours? That night, you and Yara—"A flicker of disgust crossed Jonathan's eyes as he cut her off. "Ms. Maize, haven't you informed them of what actually happened that night?"All eyes turned to Yara, including those of the Maize family. The multitude of gazes intensified Yara's mounting unease, and a flash of uncertainty crossed her eyes.Sensing something was off, Bella rushed to the stage and whispered urgently, "Yara, what does he mean? What haven't you told us?""I..." Yara's mind was reeling, unable to form a coherent response.Her reaction confirmed Bella's suspicions—that night wasn't as it seemed the ne

The woman's lips curled into an excited smile as she scanned the clothes hanging in the wardrobe. Among them was a school uniform.She paused, staring at it momentarily before her smile took on a colder edge as if she had just made a crucial decision. She reached for the uniform and changed into it.Staring into the mirror, she saw a young schoolgirl reflected back at her.With the wedding concluded and the guests departed, the hotel settled into its usual rhythm. Eleanor had delayed Jonathan, but once he had seen her off, he immediately headed downstairs."Where's Rose?" Jonathan asked as he exited the elevator, with Finley and Leonard following closely behind."Mrs. Finch left with Mr. Xanth in his car," Finley said, watching Jonathan carefully. He hesitated before finally speaking up. "Mr. Finch, Clover has been spending a lot of time with Mrs. Finch. Should we do something about it?"Jonathan frowned. "Can you stop him?"Finley fell silent, acknowledging that they couldn't

Having accepted the woman's apology, Lizzie decided not to dwell on the matter anymore. She gazed at the woman intently, a profound idea forming in her mind as she thought about the upcoming Young family charity auction."You have yet to pay your respects to Mr. Young Senior since his passing. It's only fitting that you do so now that your identity has been reestablished," she said.The woman felt a twinge of hesitation but knew better than to argue with Lizzie. "Alright. I shall visit him first thing tomorrow morning."Early the next day, the woman arrived at the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers. She gently placed them before Oliver's grave, her eyes fixed on the weathered photograph on the tombstone. A mix of cold determination and satisfaction flickered in her gaze. Her eyes gleamed with a triumphant light as she removed her sunglasses and mask. "Grandpa, I'm back. Do you still recognize me?" she rasped. Without waiting for a response, she continued in that same rough tone,