Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 19

Chapter

19

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

leaving Everland Hotel, Ophelia hailed a taxi 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

the crowd grew, Three, two, one... Fireworks exploded into the night sky, painting it with bursts of vibrant red, blue, and golden illuminating the world below in

eyes wide as she gazed up at the spectacle. She then

left the park, it was already past

of candies, before setting off on a long, quiet walk down the empty streets. In the distance, she could

the soft glow

smell of rotting fish and bring water became, an odor so overpowering it would make most people retch. But for Ophelia, it was a familiar scent-one

the end of the road stood a long, crumbling concrete wall, half of it collapsed into rubble.

water, their lights long extinguished.

Chapter 19

fabric, looking more like ruins

had called

area had been the heart

unwanted. Eventually, it became a dumping ground, a forgotten slum where no one dared to invest or

was hard 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

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

she and Emily shared the same birth date after she was brought back to the family, making her the elder sister-at least, in title. Heather made it clear

been thrilled to know her own birthday finally, but it soon became clear that

was that it was Emily's day. Gifts piled up for her, while Ophelia

sky, she whispered, "Ophella, in this life, be happy. Don't let yourself down. Don't let him down... The

was still sober. Ophelia could hold her liquor better than most, but now, her thoughts

seen the sun, she could've been content in the darkness. If she had never known love, perhaps she wouldn't have spent her last life yearning for it. Blood ties didn't mean family; she understood that

cry. She shoved the rest of the candy

you worried it'll rot your teeth?" A

the impossibly handsome face of Kenneth emerging from the shadows, the moonlight