She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 249: The Provocation on the Wedding Night

On their wedding day, Kelvin wore a white suit with Cheyenne by his side.

After the ceremony, he took her delicate hand from Layne and held it tightly. She was obviously nervous as her hand trembled in his, but Kelvin didn’t care about her feelings and followed the assistant’s instructions like it was just another corporate project ribbon-cutting ceremony.

As they recited their vows to the priest, Kelvin felt disdainful inside. If these verbal promises were effective, why would there be divorce laws? He only agreed to marry Cheyenne because of his grandfather’s pressure and Lawrence family’s persistence.

Kelvin considered himself emotionally deficient; he couldn’t feel love for anyone including his parents or even his grandfather who had been with him for years. And now he was forced into marriage with a woman he didn’t choose.

After quickly exchanging rings, Kelvin roughly kissed Cheyenne on the lips in front of everyone to signal that the ceremony was over.

Kelvin saw off all of his friends one by one before returning to change out of this ridiculous outfit back into something more comfortable in the bedroom.

A gracefully shaped young woman sat on the bed, her face veiled by a white scarf, leaving just a hint of her incredibly beautiful features visible.

Cheyenne, who typically chatted endlessly in his ear, was unusually quiet today. She sat on the bed, holding a bouquet of flowers, saying not a word.

Her innovative white wedding dress beautifully complemented her exquisite figure. Beneath the white veil, her shy face was filled with anticipation, waiting for his arrival.

the boutonniere that read “groom” and tossed it into the trash

watched his silent gesture, her uplifted spirits

please be a little

position so much, then go ahead and take it. But I do not recognize you as my

wardrobe and took out a plain black suit before walking

him leaving and didn’t care about etiquette anymore. She jumped out of bed barefoot and

lifted the veil of her wedding dress, revealing a stunningly

eventually softened and looked at him pitifully. “I beg you, please don’t leave today? Old Mr. Foley and Grandpa are still outside, I don’t want to

but Cheyenne came to marry into the Foley family with the

her grandfather, his mind cleared from the brief spell of her beauty and he was disgusted with his own behavior. He swatted away her small hand. “Cheyenne, you are such a hypocrite. You want me to stay and

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billiards, golf courses, hotels and a bunch of prostitutes willing to

charming face, and her small hand that was pulling his sleeve slowly dropped. Cheyenne turned around and walked towards the wedding bed, holding her

I’ll say

petite under this fluffy white wedding dress, with

“Don’t

door shut with a resounding thud. It was as if

several seconds, listening to the muffled