Chapter 923

He could no longer control Weston. The man had a mind of his own.

“Married... he‘s getting married...”

Guinevere stumbled backward, tears welling up in her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I wore
a wedding gown, excitedly waiting to marry him. Yet now, I‘m sitting here seeing him marry another
woman...”

It had been her lifelong dream to marry Weston Ford.

Ever since she landed her eyes upon Weston, she had fantasized about this day, where he would hold
her hand and walk down the red–carpeted aisle.

Her father would give him her hand in marriage, and Weston would swear before the priest that he would
take care of her forever and be her partner for life.

Yet, her dream was now about to go to another woman.

The fragrant , fresh flowers, the billowy wedding gown, and all the applause were supposed to be hers.

Yet, now, she was a mere outsider who couldn‘t even enter the doors of this grand wedding. She could
only stand outside and witness them exchanging their vows.

Like a clown.

The tears that streamed down her cheeks smudged all the makeup on her face.

Guinevere finally sobbed out loud. “Why are you doing this to me… why...”

She was going completely insane. Her racking sobs got so loud that they alerted the guests inside.



In the family aisle, Wendy furrowed her brows as she carried Zack in her arms. She was about to turn
around when she saw Chris looking in the direction of the entrance.

“I think I hear Gwen...” he said with worried eyes. “She‘s probably very upset right now,” he said
somewhat anxiously.

Wendy sneered. “She knows Weston doesn‘t want to marry her, yet she still ran here in a wedding gown
to create trouble for them. She deserves it.”

“Why must you be so snarky?” Chris lowered his voice and said coldly in her ear, “If Weston weren‘t so
bent on finding Ella, she might have successfully become a runaway bride, effectively embarrassing the
Ford family! It was Gwen who was willing to sacrifice her pride and be Ella‘s replacement .

She loves Weston so much. Why are you so biased against her?”

“She loves Weston, not me. If you care so much about her, go out and console her,” Wendy replied
mockingly.

Chris returned a stern look.

He seriously considered heading out to be with Wendy but eventually decided against it since he had to
be present for the ceremony. Wendy couldn‘t be bothered to care about him and focused on playing with
Zack in her arms.

He had begun speaking a few words. “Granny...”

He pointed at Wendy‘s nose and then at Chris before saying, “Dada...” Chris‘ face changed as if
someone had stepped on his tail. “What on earth have you been teaching Zack? Does he call any
random person Daddy?”



Wendy furrowed her brows and looked coldly at him, “He only knows these two words now. What do you
expect?”

Chris inhaled sharply, his face dark with displeasure and laced with a tinge of guilt.

Wendy scoffed as a strange and unfathomable look glazed past her eyes.

On stage. The newlyweds exchanged rings.

Stella‘s hands were still bound by the tie, the chains clanking noisily as she walked.

A ring box was placed on stage and gingerly opened, revealing a pair of wedding rings.

Stella threw it a quick glance before turning away.

She didn‘t appear very interested in its contents. Weston picked out the lady‘s ring, lifted Stella‘s hand,
and slipped it on her ring finger. Both her hands had been bound together throughout, creating a strange
and contorted scene that was supposed to be beautiful and sacred.

Stella lowered her gaze to see the ring around her finger. A feeling of entrapment engulfed her from all
around, and she felt like she could hardly breathe.

The next second, she heard his deep voice coming from above her. “Your turn.”


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