All Chapters of Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Alan!" Sandra's face turned pale with fright, her body frozen in place.Ruth rushed forward in panic. The moment she saw Alan's twisted arm, her eyes filled with tears. "Alan! My son! Bruce, Alan is your cousin! How could you strike him so cruelly? How could you—"Bruce's expression stayed cold and impassive, as if he had merely snapped off an unwanted branch. He withdrew his hand and wiped it with a handkerchief, as though even touching Alan had defiled him.Then he turned and carefully lifted Isolde into his arms. His movements were gentle—so different from the ruthlessness of a moment ago.His icy gaze swept over the terrified Sandra and Ruth."If this happens again, it won't just be an arm that breaks," he spat darkly.Holding Isolde, he strode out under a roomful of fearful stares without looking back.…Inside the limited-edition Rolls-Royce Phantom, Isolde lay on the wide, soft back seat. A cushion supported her waist, and the faint scent of cedar lingered in the air.

Isolde wore an exquisitely beautiful wedding gown. The flawless design traced the delicate lines of her figure. Her veil drifted like a wisp of cloud.Sunlight streamed through the glass. It lit her so that she seemed a dream too perfect to be real.A man in a matching groom's suit stood before her. He lowered his head and gazed at her with quiet focus. He raised his hand and gently adjusted her veil with a tenderness that implied a private intimacy.Alan stopped as if struck by lightning, and his face drained of color. 'Isolde… She is marrying someone else?'He had never considered that she might leave him. She had loved him so much. How could she marry another man? She was his fiancée.Alan's hand trembled, and a fear he had never known gripped his heart.His eyes turned bloodshot as he strode toward the bridal boutique.Meanwhile, Bruce's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, and his gaze darkened."Sorry, I need to take this call," he said in a low voice. "Okay," Isold

Soon after Alan spoke, his phone buzzed several times in quick succession. A flood of messages poured in from his private group chat.[Big news, Alan! Bruce's sweetheart, Jane, is back in the country!][I knew it! Back then, Bruce nearly died because of that woman. After she left for abroad, he turned bitter—couldn't stand women near him. Anyone who tried got burned. Now he's suddenly getting married? If the bride isn't her, I'll eat my own hat.][Congrats, Alan! Your cousin's been untouchable for years, holding all the family's power and keeping you under his thumb. But now that his old flame's back, who knows what kind of chaos he'll stir up again? Stay sharp. This might be your chance to strike while he's distracted.]Alan stared at the screen, the tension in his body snapping like a taut wire cut loose.'Jane Brown… Of course, how could I have forgotten?'Bruce had never shown interest in anyone else. Aside from Jane, no one could make him even consider marriage.'Isolde… Sh

In the next instant, Alan shook his head hard, trying to chase away that absurd thought. 'No. Impossible. That has to be Jane. Today is Bruce and Jane's wedding. I must have lost my mind. How could I possibly mistake her for Isolde?'"Alan! It's almost time. Why are you still standing at the door?" Ruth came out of the banquet hall, her tone sharp and impatient. "That barren hen not showing up is a blessing! Who needs her pretending to be my precious grandson's mother? What bad luck!"Alan frowned, but his voice stayed firm. "Wait a little longer. She'll come."He knew Isolde. She was soft-hearted. She wouldn't be that cruel.Sandra, holding the baby in her arms, watched Alan's distracted expression. Her eyes darkened. Quietly, she pinched the baby's soft thigh, and his shrill cry pierced the air.Ruth hurried to snatch the child from Sandra, her voice full of pity. "Oh, my poor darling, what's wrong? Don't cry, sweetheart."She glared at Alan. "See? He's crying because he wants

When Alan was pushed out of the room, Ruth and Sandra happened to arrive.Ruth froze when she saw him—his face ashen, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had been drained.Her heart ached, and anger flared as she turned toward the tightly closed wedding doors and began to curse. "That two-faced tramp! How dare she?! She knew perfectly well you and Bruce were sworn enemies, yet she still married him. Isn't that the same as stabbing a knife into your heart? She's wicked to her very bones!"Inside, Sandra could barely contain her joy—she felt like setting off fireworks to celebrate. Still, she quickly forced a look of concern.Moving delicately, she took Alan's uninjured arm and said coaxingly, "Alan, calm down, please. What's done is done. Our event's prime moment is slipping away, and the guests are waiting. If we blow it, people will laugh at our baby later."She tugged lightly at his sleeve. "Let's go back and finish this first, alright? We can talk about everything else afterward."