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.

there was no immediate

"Thank you

was taken aback, watching as Rafael led his procession

that? The one he truly loved? Wasn't Rafael's marriage to Carissa a matter

Rafael and his procession had moved away, his smile

Barrett was asking for

the exchange and asked quietly, "Shall

"Tomorrow!" Rafael uttered firmly.

of celebration. There would be no

Rafael definitely didn't want to experience the older man's punishment on his wedding night just because of some minor

was about to nod in agreement when Everett's chilling voice came

his back, facing forward with his eyes fixed

could be truly frightening. On this joyous day,

way, the bridal carriage arrived at Hell Monarch Estate. The journey didn't take too long, as the residences of the powerful and wealthy were usually not

horizon with a magnificent tapestry-like brilliance. It had snowed in the morning, but by noon, the skies had cleared. Now, the

even among the densely packed residences of the

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