All Chapters of My Wife's Bodyguard Slapped Me Thrice: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I got slapped at my own wedding, and my wife’s bodyguard was the one who did it.Amelie Darren was standing before me in her custom-made wedding dress and smiling gently. Her expression was warm. Right then, a figure suddenly sped over from her side. It was Cole Martin.Before I could react, there was a sharp smack, and the left side of my face burned with pain.I was stunned. I covered my cheek as I looked at Cole in astonishment.“Have you gone mad, Cole?” Rage rose within me, and I subconsciously wanted to shield Amelie behind me. She was not in a state to be frightened like this.A ruckus immediately started up below the stage. When I looked over, the blood seemed to freeze in my veins. My father was looking down into his glass, while my mother had turned her face away. They did not make a single sound in protest.“Why?” I asked as I tried to suppress my anger. Cole ignored me and pointed at my feet. “Mr. Bennet, where did the mud on your shoes come from?”The mud on m

As Cole’s third slap was about to land, I watched my parents, who were holding me down with panic and a warning in their eyes. They did not seem bothered that I was going to get hit. My heart was cold, and I did not bother to duck. I even thought that Cole should hit me. At least that way I could see what happened next and try to figure it out. In the split second before the slap landed, someone squeezed between us. It was Amelie.She flung her arms out wide and shielded me with her back. Her voice was tearful but strangely firm. “Enough, Cole! You can’t keep slapping him!”Cole’s hand stopped in midair, just a scant inch from the back of Amelie’s head. I looked at Amelie before me and felt my heart clench. I did not know what I was feeling in the mess of my emotions. The resentment and suspicion I felt toward her just a while ago faded. In the end, Amelie was still my wife. When it mattered, she still cared for me.Dad and Mom seemed to relax, but still they held me in

The mud was not important. It was also unimportant whether there was a body in the back garden. What was more imperative was that they needed an excuse to let a police officer in and put the blame on me. Right then, the officer sent to check the back garden came back. The police captain in charge looked solemn as he walked straight to my parents. In a low voice, he said, “Mr. and Mrs. Bennet, we have indeed found a male body in the back garden. It has already degraded so much that only bones are left.”Dad and Mom both swayed on their feet. Their faces were pale. The captain paused and swept his sharp gaze over everyone. Then, he took out the initial report he had just received and read it out. His clear voice rang out through the ballroom. “A DNA test has determined that the body belongs to someone with whom you have a parental relationship.”Time seemed to stop. I gaped at my parents as their faces turned even whiter with shock. They were in despair and nearly stumbled fr

Cole’s accusations, along with Dad and Mom’s regrets, made me feel as though I was doused in cold water. The chill lingered around me, and I could not move. I could barely even breathe. I was aware of the guests’ mutterings, the police officers’ assessing gazes, and Amelia’s avoidant looks. They all hurt. I had the feeling I knew what they were all thinking. They thought I was an insane man who had killed someone and still managed to get people to defend me.My hands balled into fists, and my nails cut into my palms. I tried to keep myself conscious by holding onto this pain. There was something wrong here. There had to be. How could I not be Dad and Mom’s actual son? How could I be the butler’s son?A memory I had nearly forgotten suddenly struck me. Three years ago, my grandfather was very sick and needed an urgent blood transfusion in the hospital. His blood type was Rhesus negative, and the hospital did not have enough of it. No member of the family was Rhesus negative