All Chapters of Second Marriage to the Billionaire: Ex-Husband Begs Me Not to Go: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

“Enough,” Grandpa Duncan finally spoke, setting down his teacup. “They’re already here—just let them sit. It’s a wedding, not a battleground.”With that, Robert could only grit his teeth and fall silent, though his expression was still dark.But there was another family at the table whose faces looked even worse.Kandice reached over and tugged lightly at her mother Sandra’s sleeve. They couldn’t say anything in front of the others, no matter how furious they were. Sandra’s eyes flicked back to the Duncan table, then gave Kandice’s hand a quick pat, signaling her to hold it in.---Meanwhile, in the bridal suite, Fifi was having her final touch-ups done when there was a knock at the door.Sophia Walker walked in, smiling brightly.“Fifi, you look beautiful today,” she said, giving her an approving once-over. “They say the bride is always the most stunning in the room—and it’s true.”“Thank you,” Fifi said with a cheerful smile, her dimples showing. “Is everything going okay out

Fifi’s eyes had been locked on Mark from the moment she entered. For a while, she’d forgotten all about Aria.But when she saw that Mark was watching her, too, something inside her finally relaxed. Something inside her quietly eased.When he said the words “I do,” Fifi felt her breath catch. Her eyes welled up, and for a moment, she thought she might cry.When it was her turn, she didn’t hesitate. “I do,” she said firmly, exchanging rings with Mark as the guests looked on.From her seat, Aria watched the scene unfold—ring exchange, soft music, gentle vows—and found herself wondering what her own wedding with Archer might look like one day. The thought took over her mind, and her eyes drifted, unfocused.Suddenly, a sharp squeeze on her hand brought her back. “Ow,” she winced softly.She turned and found Archer staring at her—not angry exactly, but his eyes held a teasing sharpness, laced with mock disapproval. The hand that had been holding hers now slid around her waist. He gave

Before Aria could react, Fifi tilted her glass hard, sending a wave of red wine straight toward her chest. It wasn’t subtle—she was clearly trying to make a scene. Aria flinched, but it was too late.But before it could, another glass suddenly swung in from the side and struck Fifi’s with a sharp clink.That elegant, pale hand gripping the stem was unmistakable. Even in a split-second, Aria instantly recognized it—Archer.With a casual flick of his wrist, graceful and controlled, Archer redirected Fifi’s glass away with barely any effort.Aria steadied her own glass just in time. The deep red wine swirled violently but didn’t spill. She exhaled in relief—no scene, no mess.Fifi, however, wasn’t so lucky.The wine that was meant to splash Aria now sloshed backward—straight onto Fifi herself. Caught completely off guard, she had no time to react. Archer’s move was so fast and unexpected, no one could intervene.Red wine streamed down the front of her custom cocktail dress—an elabo

“What do you mean I did it on purpose?!” Fifi snapped, glaring at Mark. “I barely touched her glass! She’s the one who made it look like I was bullying her—she totally set me up! I didn’t even use any force. She tilted her own glass toward herself!”Her bare shoulders trembled with rage beneath the strapless leather dress. “Are you seriously taking her side over mine?”“I’m just stating what I saw,” Mark said, exhaling a puff of smoke. “You were the one who made the first move. If you hadn’t, Archer wouldn’t have stepped in to defend her. Your dress wouldn’t be ruined, and we’d still be out there doing the rounds. Instead, half the guests are whispering about you right now.”“So that’s it—you’re on her side,” Fifi said, her voice rising. “I’m your wife now. You should be standing up for me, not her. Don’t tell me you still believe Aria’s some innocent saint. You think she’s that good? Please. If she were really that perfect, how’d she manage to reel in my brother? You think it’s eas

After leaving the Grandview, since neither of them had stayed for the banquet, Archer didn’t hesitate to take Aria out for a proper meal.Being with Archer meant even meals had standards. The places he frequented were always upscale—private clubs owned by people like Ethan or fine-dining establishments like the Grandview itself. Anything less rarely made it onto his radar.But with the Grandview booked out for the Chancer wedding, and Ethan’s club being too far, Archer turned to her and asked, “What do you feel like eating?”Aria hesitated for a second, then smiled. “Street food.”Just across the plaza behind the hotel, there was a street known for its food stalls. It was a local landmark, though mostly popular with tourists. Locals tended to avoid it—prices were steep, and the vendors were known to overcharge, especially foreigners. Still, the food wasn’t bad.Since it was close by, Archer went along with her request.He found a place to park, then reached for her hand. Their fi