The two wedding processions collided head-on.

Barrett looked at Rafael, and Rafael looked back at Barrett.

Their gazes met, and Rafael felt nothing but gratitude. He was thankful Barrett had abandoned Carissa. However, gratitude was one thing-the fact that Barrett had previously wronged Carissa was another matter.

Barrett's eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions. Once, he had been just as passionate and proud while bringing Carissa into his home. Back then, he had felt like the happiest man in the world. Yet, fate was cruel.

Now, Carissa was the Hell Monarch's princess consort, while Barrett had married and divorced different women, never truly finding fulfillment.

Because of that, Barrett's complex gaze was filled with traces of envy, jealousy, resentment, bitterness, discomfort, and heartache. At this moment, he seemed to fully realize that he and Carissa could never go back-there really was no connection between them anymore.

It was this clear realization that led Barrett to say this as they passed each other:

"Congratulations, Your Highness, on marrying my discarded ex-wife."

He knew how irrational he sounded. He understood the gravity of his words, and the possible wrath of the Hell Monarch.

that, there was

his horse, and replied softly, "Thank you for being blind. It allowed me to marry

was taken aback, watching as Rafael led his procession away in high

one he truly loved? Wasn't Rafael's marriage to Carissa

his procession had

was

had overheard the exchange and asked quietly, "Shall

"Tomorrow!" Rafael uttered firmly.

day of celebration. There

on his wedding night just because of some minor infraction of the rules and family customs. After a

agreement when Everett's chilling voice came from behind, "Quiet down. Is your

back, facing forward

On this joyous day, couldn't the older

Estate. The journey didn't take too long, as the residences of the powerful and wealthy were usually not too

still hung low in the sky, slowly descending and dyeing the clouds at the horizon with a magnificent tapestry-like brilliance. It had snowed in the morning, but by noon, the skies had cleared. Now, the setting sun seemed to be gilding the world with a layer of gold leaf. Rather than feeling like dusk or twilight, there was a sense of majestic

revealed a grand and majestic beauty, even among the densely packed residences of

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