His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 887

The grand and romantic carriage came to a smooth stop outside the church, its wheels kissing the red carpet laid out in welcome.

The Ashbourne brothers, along with Chasel, Jason, Gordon, and others, had gathered early, their faces alight with joy. They tossed crimson rose petals into the azure sky, each gesture a testament to their joy and affection.

They stood like knights for a princess, their mere presence a stunning tableau that could dazzle any viewer, each one a unique spectacle in their own right.

As petals fell like poetry and birds sliced through the sky, Marilla Abernathy, adorned with a tiara, looked every bit the princess of the world. And her dashing brothers stood by, the knights sworn to protect her.

"The bride is truly beautiful," Arnold couldn't help but sigh with admiration.

"She is. Jareth is a lucky man," Chasel remarked, his eyes shimmering with a hint of envy.

"I really should attend more of these. When it's my turn, I'll have plenty of inspiration and won't be caught like a deer in the headlights."

Arnold committed every detail to memory, his lips curling up as he pondered his own plans.

"oh, from your words, is your day approaching too?" Chasel asked, a glint of happiness in his eyes.

I've started thinking

"Keep this between us, but

spill

course, you're not a Bright. You're an Ashbourne now," Arnold teased,

raced, his cheeks flushing as red as the petals

this moment, Frederic Abernathy, clad in a sharp suit, stood ready at the center of the

fitness and diet for two months, all to present the best version

though appearing strong, was in fact quite frail, trembling even at the simple act of stepping

end, Thaddeus Abernathy lifted her down, a sight that filled their father's eyes with

father, and together

with tears. Thaddeus stood firm like an oak, his presence a bastion of safety

encouraged, his eyes moist with emotion as he waved his

the moment pressing upon him. The thought of his own future children momentarily crossed his mind, a thought he quickly shook away, not wanting

Abernathy father and daughter proceeded down the aisle, their path marked by solemn

the front row, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride and sorrow

as he watched his bride approach. The