Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 19

Chapter

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The grand venue was in absolute chaos. Emily, standing at the center of it all, looked like a clown trapped in a circus ring surrounded by an audience that didn't bother hiding their judgment.

Some even whipped out their phones, snapping pictures without mercy. Owen, her father, was quick to rush over, draping his suit jacket around Emily's shoulders in a feeble attempt to shield her from further humiliation. This party is over," he announced, his voice tight with embarrassment.

Harry summoned the security team, trying to usher the crowd out as quickly as possible. What had started as a glamorous birthday celebration had turned into a public disaster.

Just then, a server appeared, wheeling out an enormous eight-tiered cake, the words "Happy Birthday, Emily. May all your wishes come true iced across the top in pristine, elegant letters,

The birthday song played once again, but this time, the tone felt painfully ironic-a cruel echo of how things were supposed

to be.

Everland Hotel's unique circular architecture made it easy for Ophelia to observe everything from the balcony on the third floor. She sat comfortably, nibbling at a delicate pastry, watching the spectacle below with an almost imperceptible smirk. "Happy birthday, Emily, she whispered, her voice laced with amusement. She knew Emily's ploys all too well. Trying to stir rumors with my man? Did you ask for my permission?

Although Miles had supposedly rented out the entire floor for Emily's party, the unpaid bill still loomed over them.

As Owen and his family made their hasty retreat, the hotel manager hurried after them, holding out an imposing bill. "Mr. Hastings, the total for tonight comes to 310 thousand dollars. Also, 170 thousand for the roses, and 3 million for venue rental and service charges. Altogether, that's 3.71 million dollars."

"What?" Owen's face turned ashen, the bill nearly sending him into a fit of cardiac arrest. Not only had they failed to maintain. any sense of dignity, but they were facing an outrageous cost,

As she watched the Hastings family's disarray, Ophelia's smile deepened, a satisfied glint in her eyes. This is only the beginning,' she thought, savoring the small victory

and headed to a large amusement park nestled in the western suburbs. After purchasing a ticket, she wandered leisurely through the park, enjoying the night air and occasionally hopping onto one of the rides. Soaking up the joyful atmosphere of laughter and excitement, she picked

bursts of vibrant red, blue, and golden

stood there, her angelic face bathed in the shimmering glow, her eyes wide as she gazed up at the spectacle. She then closed her eyes and silently made a wish. The lights danced on her face, flickering

left the park, it was already past

and a pack of candies, before setting off on a long, quiet walk

glow of streetlights facting

got to the sea, the stronger the pungent smell of rotting fish and bring water became, an odor so

crumbling concrete wall, half of it collapsed into rubble. Ophelia climbed up and perched herself on the edge, gazing out at the dark

few old fishing boats bobbed in the water, their lights long extinguished. Along

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metal and tattered fabric,

was the westside slum, the place Ophelia had called

this area had been

slum where no one dared to invest or even set foot. They

to believe that a city as vibrant and modern as Dellanex could have such a neglected, squalid corner. Just across the way, skyscrapers gleamed with light, standing tall against the night, while here, everything was consumed by darkness and dampness. The stark contrast made the

swig, and unwrapped a piece of candy, popping it into her mouth. "Happy birthday, Ophelia," she muttered to herself,

shared the same birth date after she was brought back to

last life had given her five years of this bitter celebration. At first, she had been thrilled to know her own birthday finally, but it soon

always on Emily. All anyone cared about was that it was Emily's day. Gifts piled up for her, while Ophelia waited in the shadows, sneaking

Don't let yourself down. Don't let him down... The bitterness in her heart

but now, her thoughts drifted back to Gabrielle-the

love, perhaps she wouldn't have spent her last life yearning for it. Blood ties didn't mean

of the candy into her mouth, thinking bitterly. "Why doesn't it taste as sweet as

your teeth?" A voice

handsome face of Kenneth emerging from the shadows, the moonlight casting a soft