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He rushed towards me and shook my shoulders in a hurry. "What the—Farrah you accepted the deal? What the hell, for real?!" I pursed my lips and slaps his hands away from me. "That sounded and seemed like Vanessa, Dylan. It's cringy," I uttered in pure disgust. "Tell me more about it! Will it be a grand wedding? Tell him to pick me as his best man! The made of honor will surely be Vanessa! Farrah! Call him–" "It'll be a civil wedding, and can you please give me my drink? I am a damn customer!" My palm made a loud thud when I strike the table, showing him that I am already infuriated of his crazy antics.

Never in his wildest dreams, however, did he think he would end up being ruined by Celia, an uneducated country woman! "Blergh!" He took another step back and spurted out a mouthful of blood before staggering and falling with his head leaning back. 'I'm doomed… I'm finished…' He thought tonight would be the day that he marked a new life as he married Jacqueline, the opportunity for him to be a proud man in the city, especially how astounding it would be for a late middle-aged man to marry a girl over 20 years younger than he was. Yet, it was never in his plan that…everything he had would be ruined in this wedding!

He pushed Mary Wickes away, each word heavy and sharp, his voice calm yet cold. "Tom, are you joking? The wedding invitations have already been sent out; everyone knows we're getting married today. Besides, this isn't April Fool's Day, is it?" Mary Wickes exclaimed in panic, then realizing something, pouting and acting coquettishly. Indeed he was joking; everything for the wedding was already prepared, and all the guests had arrived. Only a few formalities remained. Cancel the wedding? How could that be possible?

"If I did get plastic surgery, I'd look even better!" "Would you now?" Hayden exchanged a glance with Myron before bursting into laughter. "Your face doesn't need surgery, but..." He trailed off, laughing again. "Men! They always prefer curvier women!" On her wedding day, in a sacred church, these two men dared to crack such vulgar jokes! It was outrageous! Marcia forced a smile, but her gaze was sharp as a blade. "Shut up!" "How can the bride lose her temper? Eli, control your wife!" Myron teased, dramatically leaning against Elijah's chest with a mischievous grin.

Laughter still lingered in the air, but it had now turned to tired goodbyes, the kind shared between distant relatives, old friends, and strangers who had just bonded over champagne and jollof rice. The wedding of Zara and Regan was trending. Every blog had picked it up. From the luxury designer dress to the glamorous guest list, people were already calling it the wedding of the year. But behind the glitz, behind the staged kisses and perfectly filtered reels, the newlyweds were quiet. Distant.

he replied, his voice smooth and warm. Celine brought her hands together, the clap echoing through the bar like a cymbal crash. With a flourish, she poured herself a healthy helping of wine from the stranger’s cup. “Oh, I have a very, very funny story to tell,” she chuckled, her eyes dancing with a hint of mirth and mischief. “Interest me then,” he said, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. Celine’s laugh was sharp, cutting through the air like a dagger. “So, it’s my wedding day, and guess who’s not getting married?” she asked, her tone dripping with sardonic amusement.

The tears finally fell, staining the immaculate satin of my wedding dress. My mother approached, her face pale with concern. “Erika… darling… maybe… maybe the pearls…” “It’s not the pearls, Mother!” I sobbed, letting her hug me. “It was never the pearls.” It was the farce. The complete farce. The fiancé who didn’t love me. The rival who was a constant shadow. And now, the wedding organizer, a criminal. I was the protagonist of a tragic comedy, and the whole world was in the audience, laughing.

Ethan made me understand that if a person really wanted to marry me, he would not make me wait for even a minute. He did not say, “Emma, let’s only perform the marking ceremony once your arm recovers.” Since I was a perfectionist, I had readily accepted all of Randy’s excuses to push our marking ceremony back. He knew just how to make me change my mind. That was why he managed to keep me waiting. I also knew that once my arm recovered, it would leave behind a scar.

It was just another prop in their carefully staged play. This world really felt like one big cheesy CEO romance novel. Honestly, it was so ridiculous I almost wanted to laugh. Or curse. … That night, my house stayed brightly lit. While other brides might have been dreaming of their big day, I was busy packing my bags. I didn't stop for a moment—not even to rest. Two hours ago, I booked a first-class ticket abroad. If they wanted drama, I would give them drama. If Wendy could show up unexpectedly to disrupt the wedding, then I could just as easily disappear on a 'runaway bride' trip of my own.

Jay quickly asked Sahil, "Sahil bro, why are these two so drunk? And what are they doing in wedding attire?" Sahil replied, "They both are married." Everyone was shocked at his words. It came to their mind that how did he get married and why? Hearing the name of marriage, both Shivansh's grandfather and grandmother became angry. After all, why did Shivansh get married without informing them? If he had told them that he liked Ruhi, they would have got them married anyway! Not only him but everyone else was angry, after all marriage is not a small matter.