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Clarissa had been eagerly anticipating her wedding, and finally, the big day had arrived. She sat in front of the mirror, admiring herself in the wedding gown, her heart filled with
excitement.
She adjusted the diamond crown on her head and pretended to be bothered, saying, “Oh, this crown is so heavy. My neck is too thin. It feels like it might fall off.
Her bridesmaids, who had just changed into their dresses and were not entirely thrilled with them, understood that Clarissa was just showing off. They exchanged knowing glances and immediately knew what to say. They showered Clarissa with compliments, saying, “Look at Clarissa! She looks absolutely stunning, so beautiful!”
Clarissa basked in the compliments, feeling even more pleased. She could not help but glance at her bridesmaids and blurt out, “Oh my goodness, how did you all gain so much weight?”
That one sentence managed to offend the entire bridesmaid squad, and their faces fell in unison. They were on the verge of rolling their eyes.
While Clarissa had been picky about her wedding dress, the bridesmaids‘ dresses seemed like they had been randomly picked up from a street vendor. These old–fashioned pink dresses looked quite tacky, and their quality was subpar. The most troublesome thing was that they were incredibly ill–fitting. Even on a very slender person, they would make them. appear bulkier.
Once the bridesmaids put on these dresses, they instantly regretted it. They all looked terribly unattractive, and it infuriated them to the point where they wanted to take the dresses off and throw them right in Clarissa’s face.
Although Clarissa had invited them to be a part of her wedding, saying things like “You’re all my best friends, and I want to get married with your witness!“, the bridesmaids quickly realized upon arrival that Clarissa had simply invited them as accessories to highlight her
own beauty.
Clarissa was not entirely satisfied with her makeup and told the makeup artist, “My skin. looks too pale. Can you add more blush? I envy people with rosy cheeks. They always look
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so nice.”
One of the bridesmaids, who struggled daily with redness in her face, could not help but mutter a curse under her breath, “Darn it! It is just getting married. What’s the big deal? I wish you would marry again!”
In the makeup room, the bridesmaids remained silent while Clarissa continued her monologue, lost in her own world.
“A woman in a wedding dress is truly the most beautiful sight. It’s a shame we can only get married once in our lifetime. If only we could have weddings every day…”
“Mr. Males!”
Clarrisa’s contemplative thoughts were interrupted by a wave of greetings. Clarissa bit her tongue and turned to look at Marc, putting on a cheerful smile. “Hi, Marc!”
Just moments ago, Clarissa was still boasting, and now she suddenly began to feign being a gentle and polite woman.
Marc, dressed in a perfectly tailored white suit, looked like a nobleman straight out of a medieval painting. The bridesmaids‘ eyes turned into heart shapes, jealousy burning fiercely within them. They could not understand why someone as unpleasant as Clarissa could marry such a wealthy and handsome man. It left them feeling resentful and
indignant.
Marc approached Clarissa, his concern evident. “Are you ready? Can you handle it physically?”
Clarissa’s eyes sparkled as she spoke with an affected, overly sweet tone, “I’m fine. I’m not as delicate as you think I am.” She quickly changed the subject, casting an up–and–down look at Marc. “My man looks the most handsome in anything he wears. Marc, I’m about to become your wife, and we’ll be living together. I’m so excited.”
Clarissa’s friends chimed in playfully, “So, what are your plans for tonight? Tell us your
secret!”
“Stop it! Don’t bring up those things out of the blue!” Clarissa blushed and looked at Marc with her big, artificial eyelashes fluttering, her voice sweet and tender. “Anyway, I really look
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forward to living with you. Just imagine, I’ll be helping you with your ties every morning, making breakfast, and waving goodbye to you with a smile as you head to work. We’ll spend countless happy moments together.”
Marc’s previously mild expression suddenly changed, and a strange emotion washed over
his face. He heard a faint but familiar voice in his ears.
“Marc, don’t move. Let me change your clothes.”
“Marc, don’t worry. As long as you keep up with your rehabilitation, you’ll definitely be able to stand up again! I’ll be with you all the way!”
“Marc, are you done with work? I’ve prepared lots of dishes, including grilled shrimp and
roast beef. Your favorites!”
“Marc, please don’t ignore me.”
A pile of snacks was scattered across the coffee table, and Pearl sat cross–legged on the couch, absentmindedly tearing open a bag of chips. She stared at the screen with a blank. expression, where Marc’s wedding was being livestreamed worldwide, exclusively.
Hubert, observing Pearl growing agitated to the point of seeking solace in junk food, could not help but sigh. “I mean, seriously, why torture yourself like this? Why do you have to put yourself through it?”
“You don’t understand,” Pearl replied, taking the remote and cranking up the volume. She spoke with a cold, determined look in her eyes. “I have to witness it with my own eyes to truly end the torment inside me. How can I let go without seeing him marry someone
else?”
Hubert pursed his lips and then picked up his phone to send a message to a WhatsApp group called “Anti–Homewrecker Alliance.”
Hubert: [Pearl insists on watching the live broadcast of the wedding, and I can’t stop her.” What should I do?]
Quentin: [Why should you stop her? Let her see how we’re helping her get revenge!]
Henry: [Live broadcast? I thought Marc didn’t invite the media.]
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Hubert: [Pearl’s hacking–skills are top–notch. There’s no system in the world she can’t infiltrate. She can watch any surveillance feed she wants.]
Quentin: [You’re useless!]
Noah: [Alright, knock it off. If Pearl wants to watch, just let her. She’s been fond of Marc for so many years. Perhaps seeing this with her own eyes is what she needs to truly move on.]
Oliver: [Proceed as planned.]
The sky over Machodean remained gloomy all day, with thick, ominous clouds threatening to unleash a downpour any moment.
The wedding was held at the Wonder Grand Hotel, a property owned by the Males Group. The invited guests arrived as planned, but there were not too many of them. Most were business partners. The Santos family was well–represented, but the Males family was conspicuously absent.
Guests observed the still–vacant main table and whispered to each other, “None of the Males family members have shown up. What’s going on?”
“Marc’s grandfather didn’t approve of this marriage. Haven’t you heard about the long- standing feud between Miss Males and Miss Santos? Good thing they didn’t show up. If they did, it might end in a brawl.”
“A marriage without the elders‘ support is hanging by a thread. But I heard this is Mr. Males‘ second marriage. Who did he marry before? There’s been no news about it. It’s like it never happened.”
“It was all over the internet a few days ago. Supposedly, he married a girl from a small, unknown family. Mr. Males didn’t like her, so it was kept hush–hush. Probably a rural girl. How could she be compared to Clarissa Santos?”
“What’s wrong with a rural girl? Everyone’s ancestors come from the countryside. My grandfather was a rural boy, and look at where we are now. How dare you look down on
rural folks!”
As a few guests chatted away, they were suddenly sprayed with saliva. They turned to see a handsome, well–dressed young man.
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Hubert, who was watching the video where a young man was about to engage in a fight, chuckled and asked Pearl, “Who’s this kid?”
Pearl replied, “Caleb Males, Marc’s cousin. His dad is Christopher Males.”
“Oh, so he’s Marc’s cousin. That’s interesting,” Hubert remarked with curiosity. “It’s rare for someone from the Males family to stand up for you.”
Pearl shot him a look. “I get along well with the Males family, aside from Marc. Everyone
likes me!”
Saying it out loud, even she felt a pang in her heart. The one person she wanted to like her just happened to be the one who did not. Even though others liked her, it meant nothing to
her.
Pearl gave a bitter smile.
Caleb was pulled to the main table by his sister, his handsome face filled with frustration. “Sis, have you forgotten how good Pearl was to us? Do you support Marc being with Clarissa?”
“I haven’t forgotten!” Amanda Males struggled to control Caleb. “But Marc and Pearl are already divorced. Regardless of how much we don’t want to accept it, that’s the reality. What can we change?”
Caleb kicked the table in anger. “Marc is just ungrateful and heartless! I told Pearl before, not to be so good to Marc. Men are all jerks. If a woman treats a man too well, he won’t treat her right. Compared to wives who cater to their every whim, men always yearn for those unattainable pretty women. I gave her advice, told her to make a scene, threw a tantrum with Marc, or be a little coquettish, but she never listened to me. Look, they ended. up getting divorced!”
Amanda sighed softly. “Divorce might not be a bad thing for Pearl. Instead of trying to please a man who doesn’t love her, she should replace a man who truly cares about her.”
“Where are you going to replace someone like that? Marc is great in every way. He is just blind, hmph!”
Hubert watched the video, replaceing it entertaining. Caleb’s furious outburst was oddly
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He grinned slyly, coming up with a new idea, and sent a message on his phone. Soon, the bodyguards stationed at the entrance of the hall made their way toward Caleb’s direction.
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