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    “Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, good day! We nowmence the union of Mr. Jarrett Higgins and Miss Ophelia Johnson. Kindly return to your seats and join us in witnessing this joyous asion!”


    Soft instrumental music began to y, adding a touch of elegance to the atmosphere.


    Rodger didn’t spare Nathan another nce—he simply returned to his seat at the head table. Nathan gave the staircase onest look, then, with no better option, chose a vacant chair tucked to the side of the hall and sat down.


    Momentster, Sadie and Noah entered together from the opposite end of the venue. Nathan blinked, confused.


    What was going on? Why were they arriving as a pair? What had unfolded between them? They lookedposed, as if nothing had shifted.


    Right on cue, the wedding march began. Ophelia, radiant in a pure white wedding gown, walked slowly down the aisle on Daren’s arm. The dimmed lighting and gentle melody lent the room a fairytale air.


    Ophelia’s eyes briefly flicked in Nathan’s direction. She looked absolutely stunning.


    The host’s deep, captivating voice carried through the hall, prompting apuse from the guests.


    Suddenly, a loud, trembling voice shattered the calm.


    “Jarrett! You can’t marry her!”


    A woman in another white gown stormed inside, tear-streaked and visibly shaken, heading straight for the groom.


    Gasps echoed through the room as guests turned in stunned silence.


    Rodger’s expression darkened like a brewing storm. The instant he saw the woman, recognition struck.


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    It was Yvonne Blyant—his ex-girlfriend, raised by a single parent and forced to scrape by with menial gigs.


    A flush of humiliation crept up Rodger’s neck as he barked at the security team, “Why are you just standing around? Get this lunatic out!” The bodyguards lunged into action.


    But Yvonne resisted fiercely, refusing to budge. Her voice pierced themotion like a siren.


    “Mr. Higgins! I’m pregnant—and the baby is Jarrett’s!”


    Rodger froze, stunned and speechless. Even Jarrett, who had been observing with an air of detachment, suddenly tensed.


    Just as the hall descended into disorder, a new wave of visitors entered through the main doors—uniformed officers.


    The one in charge marched toward Rodger, jaw tight, shing his credentials.


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