“See that?” Sophia chuckled. “Andrea hates me to death. She’s probably cursing me right now, saying I shouldn’t be here. But really, why did you think of bringing me to his wedding?”
That morning, Livinus had sent her a dress and invited her to attend a wedding with him. At the time, Sophia hadn’t paid attention to the news about Henry’s wedding. It wasn’t until she arrived that she realized—it was her ex-husband’s wedding.
Livinus smirked and replied in a casual tone, “I brought you here to observe and learn. You should see how other people organize their weddings—consider it a study session.”
Sophia froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.
“Study what? I’ve already been married once—I know the drill. You, on the other hand, have never been married before. You should be the one learning, so you have some experience.”
Everyone was watching them.
Given the history of this family’s messy affairs, people couldn’t help but speculate—why had Livinus brought Sophia here? Was it to humiliate his own brother? To make sure his girlfriend had closure? Or was it a power move against Richard and Andrea?
One thing was certain—Livinus never did anything without a reason.
Richard’s face turned stiff. He and Livinus had long since fallen out publicly, but for the sake of the Scott family’s reputation, they still maintained a superficial courtesy. Yet, Livinus had brought Sophia to Henry’s wedding. Who was he trying to humiliate? Was he openly declaring to everyone that Sophia was his now?
What was he thinking?
“Mr. Scott, Andrea,” Sophia smiled as she raised her glass for a toast.
Andrea forced a stiff smile, while Richard didn’t even bother to hide his displeasure.
In contrast, Sophia was the only one truly enjoying herself.
“Miss Smith, I don’t recall sending you an invitation,” Andrea finally dropped the pretense and let her face turn cold.
“Really?” Sophia shrugged and smiled. “I thought you’d love to see me here. But I’m really curious—back then, you adored Olivia so much, yet you didn’t choose her to be your daughter-in-law. So realistic of you.”
Andrea snorted coldly.
So what if she was realistic? Olivia was good, sure, but could she bring such a massive dowry? Could she help Henry skip decades of hard work? Could she become a strategic business partner for the Scott family?
And as if summoned by her thoughts, Olivia suddenly appeared.
Sophia hadn’t expected that she wouldn’t be the only one—Olivia had also shown up.
Dressed extravagantly, Olivia looked as if she were about to walk the red carpet. She wore a flowing white gown, exuding an air of elegance.
But she hadn’t come alone—she was holding a child in her arms.
She stepped onto the stage, picked up a microphone, and shouted:
“Henry! You promised to marry me! And now? You’re marrying another woman, turning me into a laughingstock! Do you have any conscience? Do you even care about our child?!”
Henry panicked instantly, his first reaction was to look at Kim’s parents. As expected, their expressions were as dark as thunderclouds.
He snapped furiously, “Are you insane, Olivia?! What are you doing here, making a scene?! Today is my wedding—get out of here! Do you even realize what kind of occasion this is?!”
Olivia was crying uncontrollably, her face drenched in tears. She truly loved Henry. They had been together for two or three years, and she had even given birth to his child. Now, she had nothing left. What else did she have to hold on to?
“What kind of occasion? Of course, I know today is your wedding! But you once promised me a wedding too! You ran off with this wretched woman at my wedding, turning me into a laughingstock. I have no dignity left! If I cause another scene, at most, people will just laugh a little more. It doesn’t matter—I’ve already lost everything!”
Henry grabbed her arm, trying to drag her away. “Come with me! Get out of here!”
Olivia collapsed onto the ground, clutching her child as she sobbed. “I won’t leave! Henry! If I can’t have peace, then neither will you! This child is yours! Why should I be the only one responsible for him?!”
With that, Olivia placed the child on the ground. The baby, startled, immediately began wailing. His cries were piercing, as loud as a siren, filling the entire wedding hall. The music couldn’t even drown him out. The guests began whispering among themselves, and Henry’s face turned an ugly shade of red. He looked utterly humiliated.
This was already his third marriage. The first one had ended in divorce. The second? He had run away from the wedding. And now, the third was turning into yet another disaster. How was he supposed to save face after this? If netizens found out, wouldn’t they laugh him to death?
Henry bent down to pick up the baby, but the child’s cries only intensified.
Andrea nearly fainted from sheer rage. In a fit of hysteria, she shoved the baby back into Olivia’s arms.
“You wretched woman! Take your brat and get lost! Don’t ruin my son’s wedding! I’m warning you—if you stand in my son’s way, I won’t let you off! Now get out! OUT!”
But Olivia refused to budge. She shoved the baby back at them. “Why should I leave? You drove me away, didn’t give me a single cent, and now you want to dump this child on me too? No way! I’m not stupid! I’m still young—I won’t be saddled with a child while you and your new wife get to live your best lives. He is your son too! You and that woman can take care of him!”
