Queenie’s single sentence had managed to shock a hall full of people to their core.
Julian strode down the stage and across the hall with a face of surprise as he exclaimed,” Queenie,
you’re pregnant?!”.
Queenie hummed yes as she smiled sweetly as if she had fallen in love for the first time. She took out
the report and showed Julian. “The baby is yours, it’s four weeks old now.”
Julian stared at the report and thought deeply. “Was it from that night when we were in the car?”
Queenie nodded shyly. They looked like a couple who were in their honeymoon phase, as if there were
pink hearts and bubbles surrounding the air between them, whilst the lone shadow of the bride on the
stage looked desolate.
Yeva had invited some media reporters to the wedding just to create some traction. The reporters were
uninterested at first. They only came because it was advertised as the ‘Wedding of the Century’, but
were utterly let down upon arriving at a mediocre ceremony. They came all the way just to stand
around because there were no seats for them.
The reporters planned on just swallowing their anger and getting the job done, but to their surprise,
their patience and anger paid off.
‘Wedding Sabotaged by Baby Bearing Mistress’. What a hot headline.
The camera zoomed in on Yeva’s face. Under her caked makeup was a twisted expression filled with
fiery rage. Her eyes were glowing with murderous energy as if she was going to shoot a laser out of
them and kill Queenie on the spot.
The hall had transformed into a clamor of discussions.
Wilson could no longer sit tight. He went up to Julian and interrogated him, “Who is this woman? Today
is your wedding, how dare you bring another woman here? Are you trying to embarrass me?!”
“Dad, this is Queenie. She has my baby, and you’re going to be a grandpa soon!” Julian responded.
Queenie greeted Wilson casually with a bright and innocent smile on her face.
Wilson’s brows loosened up as he looked into Queenie’s cheery face. That idiot son of his had a similar
taste to women as him when he was younger, women who are fresh and cheerful,
“Grandpa or not, now’s not the time. You need to finish the ceremony. You can have as many women
as you want after the wedding!” Wilson uttered under his breath.
Braxton wheeled himself toward them with great effort, his face darkened. “What’s going on now? Why
is there another woman here, with Julian’s baby? Care for an explanation?”
Braxton’s voice was loud, and Wilson cussed at him quietly for being shameless. He uttered to Braxton
under his breath, “Calm down, I’m just as confused as you. This might just be a prank. Let’s just finish
the ceremony. The guests are still waiting. Let’s not turn ourselves into laughingstocks.”
Braxton was a man with pride as well, he glared at Julian and nodded unwillingly.
Yeva, on the other hand, had completely lost it. She ran down from the stage and was about to run
straight into Queenie’s tummy. “You b*tch, how dare you to sabotage my wedding. I’ll kill you!”
Queenie looked at her without fear. She had hoped for Yeva to lose it in front of everyone.
The angrier Yeva got, the more embarrassing it would be for her, and the more Queenie would win.
Yeva picked her skirt off the ground and dashed toward Queenie, but her heels were too high, causing
her to trip when she was running down the staircase!
The hall of guests gasped in shock.
Yeva’s face landed on the ground. When she picked her head up, she felt dizzy and tasted blood in her
mouth. She felt something hard in her mouth, and when she spits them out, two of her front teeth fell
bloodily on the ground
Yeva slowly gained her sight as pain rushed through her whole body.
“ARGH—” She shrieked so loudly that the hall vibrated.
Tragic, how tragic.
The wedding ended in chaos.
Sage walked out of the venue with a pleasant smile on her face. That unfortunate expression on Yeva’s
face was a satisfying sight. Sage was glad she came to the wedding. She would definitely regret it if
she were to miss it.
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