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Harold seemed to remember something, and he said, “February 2nd? It seems as though it is that b*stard, Charlie Wade’s birthday today!” Lady Wilson frowned and asked, “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure!” Harold nodded repeatedly. “There was this one time when I ran to the barber store to cut my hair after January had just ended. I happened to see Charlie and Claire eating out at a small restaurant next to the barber store. There was also a small cake on the table. I observed them for a while, and I saw Charlie blowing out the candles. So, Claire must have been celebrating Charlie’s birthday for him. Grandma, you do not know how shabby that cake was. It was not even as big as a plate.”

Lucius quickly pulled me away from the crowd. The reception at Willowdale Estate, which would have been the wedding of my dreams, now belonged to Amanda. But neither the arrival of the bride and groom, already worn out from the long trip between cities, nor their first dance as husband and wife—full of missteps and whispered insults—brought me any joy.

Dad began to placate her while we all looked on in amusement. Hours later… Harold Fynch’s mansion. 6:08 pm. Well, the wedding was officially over. Harold, my new husband, had asked me to head home first. He would come to join me soon enough. And so, here I was, in his beautifully decorated room, still in my wedding gown, seated on the bed and erm… watching a movie. You know, anything to kill time. A knock made me wake up. Yes, I had fallen asleep as I found the film too boring.

"Yes, as you would expect." "Hopefully, things will turn out for the better." I move my hand across the table and pat hers. "I pray so, too," she says with a tight-lipped smile. "So, you said you had something important to speak to me about?" "Yes, Harvey's restaurant has been hired to cater Jacob and Hannah's wedding." "Okay..." I trail off, squinting my eyes at her. It's not something I would deem important, so I don't understand why she's telling me.

When Ashley noticed his distracted state, she asked if something was wrong. "Are you alright Harold? You look lost." Harold tried to brush it off and blamed it on the stress of organizing a wedding, but deep down he knew it was something more. As they went to check out the reception venue, Harold's thoughts were consumed by Laura. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was making a mistake by marrying Ashley. A few days before the wedding, he went to see Ashley and walked in on her kissing another man. The shock was too much to bear, and he left without saying a word.

I then shook her off decisively and went back to my hotel. Cindy called the next day with news. I marveled at how efficient she was, which made her say jokingly, "I just want to have you sooner." I blushed silently upon hearing that. She told me that her friend had already tracked down Harold's whereabouts. He had apparently taken the child to Merinica and brought his parents there as well. It turned out Harold had been married for a long time. In his early years, he attached himself to a wealthy heiress and, for a time, dated two women simultaneously—Vanessa and the heiress.

Emily In the span of two weeks, Lois and I threw ourselves into the whirlwind preparations for the upcoming wedding. The excitement and anticipation were palpable as we meticulously planned every detail. Our hearts were set on the enchanting lake house as the backdrop for the special day – a place of breathtaking beauty that seemed to capture the essence of nature's elegance. With a desire for nothing less than perfection, we decided to bring in a skilled wedding planner to ensure that every facet was flawlessly executed.

Her mother, Hilda, sat perfectly still, staring daggers at her own daughter for being humiliated. The silence was broken by Harold who let out a huge, hearty laugh that filled the room. He set down his fork and wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin. "Looks like I was worried for nothing," Harold said, looking at me with a glint in his eye. "You’re going to do just fine as a Blackwood." He leaned back in his chair. "So, when is the wedding?" I immediately started coughing, choking on my water. "Damien doesn't marry his hoes," Sadie snapped, her face twisted in rage.

As a family, we eagerly rallied around them, wholeheartedly contributing to the preparations and savoring the creation of precious memories together. In a heartwarming gesture, the Harrington couple generously offered their luxurious resort as the venue upon learning about Carlo's upcoming wedding. This act of kindness served as a gift to Carlo, recognizing his tireless work on the Harmony Assist project. The resort became the perfect backdrop for a day filled with love and celebration, uniting our family even more closely.

Harold looked up from the documents before him and his brows raised. Harold has always been a cunning man right from the beginning. After cheating on my cousin and divorcing her for her best friend, Harold got married to his mistress, who died a few months after their marriage. Harold was able to acquire the dumb woman’s property. I was happy that Caroline got to leave him before disaster struck him. However, I still couldn’t get to see how he was able to find out about Daisy’s existence. Even if he had made inquiries concerning Daisy after her adoption, he wouldn’t have found out a thing about her.