Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 57: Chapter 57
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My words weren't particularly heavy, but who couldn't hear the sarcasm?
I was his legal wife. In our years of marriage, he couldn't even remember my birthday, let alone any fireworks celebration. Yet now, he was carefully preparing fireworks parties for another woman, publicly "doting" on her in front of everyone.
Ironic? Truly ironic.
But the most ridiculous part wasn't actually me.
I suddenly realized the truly ridiculous ones were the two of them—one cheating, one being the mistress, yet shamelessly flaunting their affection everywhere as if afraid people wouldn't know about their "true love."
I clearly saw that Arnold understood the meaning in my words. Those usually emotionless eyes surprisingly showed a rare hint of guilt.
Victoria, however, actually thought I was envying her.
She turned her head, smiled sweetly and said: "Paisley, what you're about to see are the fireworks Arnold prepared for me. They're really beautiful, aren't they?"
Her bragging intention couldn't be more obvious. I had to admit, I felt a moment of discomfort.
"It's almost time, almost time, the time is almost here!"
Someone in the crowd shouted excitedly, and everyone turned toward the sky.
I'd heard that the fireworks Arnold prepared for Victoria were all million-dollar level. Luxurious scenes you'd normally never see were about to unfold at this birthday party.
People around started raising their phones, and reporters had already set up their positions early. Hearing there might also be a proposal tonight, they were all excited like they'd been injected with adrenaline, ready to grab tomorrow's headlines.
Victoria glanced at me from the corner of her eye, suddenly moved closer, lowered her voice, and smiled lightly: "Paisley, seeing this scene, are you feeling hurt? Oh right, I remember on your birthday that year, Arnold never celebrated for you even once, did he? I forgot to tell you—Arnold celebrates my birthday every year."
After saying this, she clearly wanted to see some expression of collapse or sadness on my face.
But she was disappointed.
I looked at her, my tone couldn't be calmer: "Victoria, you're truly the most arrogant person I've ever met."
She was stunned, not understanding: "What do you mean?"
I smiled, "As a mistress, openly flaunting affection with her husband in front of his legal wife—aren't you the most arrogant?"
Her face changed, "You!"
She gritted her teeth but forced herself to maintain that smile, "You're just jealous."
I picked up a glass of wine from nearby, took a light sip, and looked at her face calmly, "Yes, I am jealous. If I were as shameless as you, the one standing beside Arnold tonight wouldn't be you."
As soon as I said this, Victoria nearly jumped with anger, but given the setting, she could only force herself to endure it.
Just then, 7:59.
Someone started leading the countdown, and the atmosphere immediately became heated.
Victoria also quickly adjusted her mood, stood beside Arnold, and looked up at the night sky with a blissful expression.
"Ten!"
"Nine!"
"Eight, seven, six, five, four..."
She turned to look at Arnold, gently and sweetly saying: "Arnold, thank you, thank you for preparing so carefully for me every year."
His expression was indifferent, "What I promise you, I'll naturally do."
"Three, two, one!"
After the crowd shouted in unison, it instantly became quiet. Everyone looked up at the night sky, ready to welcome those brilliant bursts of fireworks.
I also slowly raised my head.
Victoria's face was full of joy—she had already rehearsed in her mind how glorious she would look in the spotlight.
Then—
Nothing happened.
The sky was empty, not even a spark.
I raised an eyebrow, unable to help but feel confused.
Victoria's face instantly froze. She maintained her upward gaze, but her eyes started blinking frantically.
Deathly silence descended.
Someone tried to smooth things over: "The fireworks must be delayed. Beauty is worth waiting for—let's count down again!"
"Right, right, they must be delayed!" Others chimed in. No one wanted to be the buzzkill.
Victoria stood in the center, surrounded by everyone's expectations. This "accident" made the smile on her face start to falter.
She forced herself to lift her chin, putting on an unperturbed attitude: "Just a small delay, everyone wait a bit more. They'll come soon."
I stood nearby watching her struggling to maintain her halo, finding it both laughable and absurd.
At this very moment, in the banquet hall's control room—Rowan, Callum, and Elodie were watching the countdown restart, laughing uncontrollably.
The crowd excitedly counted down again.
"Ten!"
"Nine!"
"Eight!"
Everyone held their phones higher. Reporters had even pre-adjusted their focus, waiting for the explosive sound.
I was his legal wife. In our years of marriage, he couldn't even remember my birthday, let alone any fireworks celebration. Yet now, he was carefully preparing fireworks parties for another woman, publicly "doting" on her in front of everyone.
Ironic? Truly ironic.
But the most ridiculous part wasn't actually me.
I suddenly realized the truly ridiculous ones were the two of them—one cheating, one being the mistress, yet shamelessly flaunting their affection everywhere as if afraid people wouldn't know about their "true love."
I clearly saw that Arnold understood the meaning in my words. Those usually emotionless eyes surprisingly showed a rare hint of guilt.
Victoria, however, actually thought I was envying her.
She turned her head, smiled sweetly and said: "Paisley, what you're about to see are the fireworks Arnold prepared for me. They're really beautiful, aren't they?"
Her bragging intention couldn't be more obvious. I had to admit, I felt a moment of discomfort.
"It's almost time, almost time, the time is almost here!"
Someone in the crowd shouted excitedly, and everyone turned toward the sky.
I'd heard that the fireworks Arnold prepared for Victoria were all million-dollar level. Luxurious scenes you'd normally never see were about to unfold at this birthday party.
People around started raising their phones, and reporters had already set up their positions early. Hearing there might also be a proposal tonight, they were all excited like they'd been injected with adrenaline, ready to grab tomorrow's headlines.
Victoria glanced at me from the corner of her eye, suddenly moved closer, lowered her voice, and smiled lightly: "Paisley, seeing this scene, are you feeling hurt? Oh right, I remember on your birthday that year, Arnold never celebrated for you even once, did he? I forgot to tell you—Arnold celebrates my birthday every year."
After saying this, she clearly wanted to see some expression of collapse or sadness on my face.
But she was disappointed.
I looked at her, my tone couldn't be calmer: "Victoria, you're truly the most arrogant person I've ever met."
She was stunned, not understanding: "What do you mean?"
I smiled, "As a mistress, openly flaunting affection with her husband in front of his legal wife—aren't you the most arrogant?"
Her face changed, "You!"
She gritted her teeth but forced herself to maintain that smile, "You're just jealous."
I picked up a glass of wine from nearby, took a light sip, and looked at her face calmly, "Yes, I am jealous. If I were as shameless as you, the one standing beside Arnold tonight wouldn't be you."
As soon as I said this, Victoria nearly jumped with anger, but given the setting, she could only force herself to endure it.
Just then, 7:59.
Someone started leading the countdown, and the atmosphere immediately became heated.
Victoria also quickly adjusted her mood, stood beside Arnold, and looked up at the night sky with a blissful expression.
"Ten!"
"Nine!"
"Eight, seven, six, five, four..."
She turned to look at Arnold, gently and sweetly saying: "Arnold, thank you, thank you for preparing so carefully for me every year."
His expression was indifferent, "What I promise you, I'll naturally do."
"Three, two, one!"
After the crowd shouted in unison, it instantly became quiet. Everyone looked up at the night sky, ready to welcome those brilliant bursts of fireworks.
I also slowly raised my head.
Victoria's face was full of joy—she had already rehearsed in her mind how glorious she would look in the spotlight.
Then—
Nothing happened.
The sky was empty, not even a spark.
I raised an eyebrow, unable to help but feel confused.
Victoria's face instantly froze. She maintained her upward gaze, but her eyes started blinking frantically.
Deathly silence descended.
Someone tried to smooth things over: "The fireworks must be delayed. Beauty is worth waiting for—let's count down again!"
"Right, right, they must be delayed!" Others chimed in. No one wanted to be the buzzkill.
Victoria stood in the center, surrounded by everyone's expectations. This "accident" made the smile on her face start to falter.
She forced herself to lift her chin, putting on an unperturbed attitude: "Just a small delay, everyone wait a bit more. They'll come soon."
I stood nearby watching her struggling to maintain her halo, finding it both laughable and absurd.
At this very moment, in the banquet hall's control room—Rowan, Callum, and Elodie were watching the countdown restart, laughing uncontrollably.
The crowd excitedly counted down again.
"Ten!"
"Nine!"
"Eight!"
Everyone held their phones higher. Reporters had even pre-adjusted their focus, waiting for the explosive sound.
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