The Moment I Froze His Black Card Was More Satisfying Than Our Wedding Night - Chapter 56: Chapter 56
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Seeing me accept the check, the wealthy woman smirked, her expression saying, "I knew it."
"A greedy woman like you, always chasing money, dares to dream of marrying my son? You're just a toad lusting after a swan!"
"Take the money and disappear. Never show up in front of my son again!"
With her bodyguards in tow, the wealthy woman walked away, completely missing the cold smirk on my face.
John Kinsley and I had been together for three years, but he never once considered introducing me to his parents.
I never brought it up either.
When our mutual friends would often envy us, assuming we were about to tie the knot, John would give me a look of helplessness and say,
"Emily, now isn't the time for marriage. I want to focus on my career first. When I succeed, I'll marry you in grand style."
I would nod half-heartedly, not taking it seriously.
Marriage was never a priority for me anyway, because growing up, my parents would always tell me:
"My darling daughter, it's okay if you never get married. Our family's wealth is enough to support you for several lifetimes. Your mom, dad, and the Hope family will always be your safe haven!"
But I never expected my boyfriend, who was still in a relationship with me, to suddenly announce his wedding.
And the bride wasn't me.
I casually made a phone call and quickly learned the location of John Kinsley's wedding.
Looking at the promotional photos of him and his bride, I couldn't help but recall our last meeting.
John had put on a deeply affectionate act, using red wine to get me drunk before spending the night with me.
The bed in the hotel had even broken under the weight of his "enthusiasm."
When the hotel staff came in the middle of the night to replace the bed, they gave me a look of envy, as if saying, "Lucky girl."
When I woke up, I instinctively reached out to hug the man lying next to me, only to find myself grabbing at empty air.
John Kinsley was gone.
On the nightstand, there was a note:
We're breaking up. Last night was our final indulgence. I'm about to get married. Let's never see each other again.
Now, standing at his wedding venue, I wasn't heartbroken over losing him. But I couldn't swallow this insult.
In all my years of dating, I'd never been dumped before. I was always the one doing the dumping.
This time, I decided to give them a surprise.
When I appeared at the wedding venue, dressed in a stunning haute couture gown, I blinded everyone in the room.
Even without an invitation in hand, the staff at the entrance greeted me with deference and let me in.
"Will the bride and groom now exchange rings and share a heartfelt kiss!"
John Kinsley gazed deeply into the bride standing before him in her white wedding gown, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in close.
"Wait!"
I suddenly spoke up, and all eyes turned to me in an instant.
The room buzzed with murmurs.
"Who is this woman? Could she be here to crash the wedding?"
"Exactly! But look, she's holding a bouquet of flowers. Could she have wandered into the wrong venue? This is a wedding!"
"Wasn't there talk about the groom having an ex-girlfriend of three years? Could this be her?"
Hearing the whispers around us, John spotted me and immediately frowned with irritation.
"What are you doing here?" he snapped.
I smiled faintly. "How could I not attend my ex-boyfriend's wedding? Of course, I'm here to give you and the bride my blessings."
A flash of smugness flickered across John's face, but his expression darkened the moment his eyes landed on the white flowers in my hands.
"Emily Hope, are you insane?" he barked.
"Today is my wedding to Jude Parker. Did someone die in your family? What's with the white flowers? Don't you have any basic manners?"
"People like you, stuck in poverty, wouldn't understand the grandeur of a high-society wedding. There will be many influential figures attending soon. This isn't a place for you. Get out!"
He berated me with pride, as if doing so would highlight his supposed status as a wealthy elite.
A man who had merely started a small business and bought a few houses was now acting like a member of high society.
"A greedy woman like you, always chasing money, dares to dream of marrying my son? You're just a toad lusting after a swan!"
"Take the money and disappear. Never show up in front of my son again!"
With her bodyguards in tow, the wealthy woman walked away, completely missing the cold smirk on my face.
John Kinsley and I had been together for three years, but he never once considered introducing me to his parents.
I never brought it up either.
When our mutual friends would often envy us, assuming we were about to tie the knot, John would give me a look of helplessness and say,
"Emily, now isn't the time for marriage. I want to focus on my career first. When I succeed, I'll marry you in grand style."
I would nod half-heartedly, not taking it seriously.
Marriage was never a priority for me anyway, because growing up, my parents would always tell me:
"My darling daughter, it's okay if you never get married. Our family's wealth is enough to support you for several lifetimes. Your mom, dad, and the Hope family will always be your safe haven!"
But I never expected my boyfriend, who was still in a relationship with me, to suddenly announce his wedding.
And the bride wasn't me.
I casually made a phone call and quickly learned the location of John Kinsley's wedding.
Looking at the promotional photos of him and his bride, I couldn't help but recall our last meeting.
John had put on a deeply affectionate act, using red wine to get me drunk before spending the night with me.
The bed in the hotel had even broken under the weight of his "enthusiasm."
When the hotel staff came in the middle of the night to replace the bed, they gave me a look of envy, as if saying, "Lucky girl."
When I woke up, I instinctively reached out to hug the man lying next to me, only to find myself grabbing at empty air.
John Kinsley was gone.
On the nightstand, there was a note:
We're breaking up. Last night was our final indulgence. I'm about to get married. Let's never see each other again.
Now, standing at his wedding venue, I wasn't heartbroken over losing him. But I couldn't swallow this insult.
In all my years of dating, I'd never been dumped before. I was always the one doing the dumping.
This time, I decided to give them a surprise.
When I appeared at the wedding venue, dressed in a stunning haute couture gown, I blinded everyone in the room.
Even without an invitation in hand, the staff at the entrance greeted me with deference and let me in.
"Will the bride and groom now exchange rings and share a heartfelt kiss!"
John Kinsley gazed deeply into the bride standing before him in her white wedding gown, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leaned in close.
"Wait!"
I suddenly spoke up, and all eyes turned to me in an instant.
The room buzzed with murmurs.
"Who is this woman? Could she be here to crash the wedding?"
"Exactly! But look, she's holding a bouquet of flowers. Could she have wandered into the wrong venue? This is a wedding!"
"Wasn't there talk about the groom having an ex-girlfriend of three years? Could this be her?"
Hearing the whispers around us, John spotted me and immediately frowned with irritation.
"What are you doing here?" he snapped.
I smiled faintly. "How could I not attend my ex-boyfriend's wedding? Of course, I'm here to give you and the bride my blessings."
A flash of smugness flickered across John's face, but his expression darkened the moment his eyes landed on the white flowers in my hands.
"Emily Hope, are you insane?" he barked.
"Today is my wedding to Jude Parker. Did someone die in your family? What's with the white flowers? Don't you have any basic manners?"
"People like you, stuck in poverty, wouldn't understand the grandeur of a high-society wedding. There will be many influential figures attending soon. This isn't a place for you. Get out!"
He berated me with pride, as if doing so would highlight his supposed status as a wealthy elite.
A man who had merely started a small business and bought a few houses was now acting like a member of high society.
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