Chapter 854 The Wedding Invitation

Brendan and Charlene were getting married.

That was despite the fact that she was bearing Brendan's child. In other words, her pregnancy had done nothing to stop the man from loving another woman.

It was the kind of thing that would elicit disdain and jeers. The only reason why they even showed Deirdre the most basic of decorum was that the father of her child was Brendan himself.

"Oh, I see." Deirdre exhaled a long breath. She did not feel as shaken as she thought she would be-perhaps she had been anticipating this forthat much time. The only thing that she thought of-and so the only that caused any feelings-was what Brendan had said before he left. "You've always been in my heart."

What an absurd joke he had made.

"Congratulations, I guess. And sorry, too, since I'm not yet fit to meet the world right now. I'm going to have to skip your wedding." She set the card on the table.

Charlene stared at Deirdre's face as though hoping she could catch a glimpse of jealousy from her gorgeous features. She chuckled. "Can't meet the world, or forbidden to?"

Deirdre’s eyes dimmed.

with his child! But even after I gave you so many chances, you still failed to make him love you. But don't worry! I have to thank you for doing the job of childbirth for me, right? I'll take

shoved the card back into Deirdre's hand, turned on her heels, and

quickly followed her

comforting Deirdre

not stop thinking back to the past-the

it had felt like going through yet another ceremonial motion-even the part where he had cradled her by the waist and called her "beloved" had been

wedding night cooped

wedding night awake,

he had realized she had some utility after all. Now, he could even manage to say "I love you" with so much faux sincerity that

chucked the card to the floor and went back

face wrought with a

approached her and asked, "Are you alright, Madame Brighthall? Here, have a tablet to calm your mind

waved dismissively.

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