She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 647: Master Omari Is Cuckolded

Excited about the upcoming exploration of the forest the next day, Cheyenne found it difficult to fall asleep.

However, when she thought about the baby growing inside her, she glanced at her slightly protruding belly and furrowed her brows.

Since becoming pregnant, she felt like her waist had become thicker than before. She cursed under her breath, feeling the urge to get rid of it. But then she reconsidered; giving birth seemed quite painful. Oh well, she would carry it for now. Time to sleep.

Under the pale and bleak moonlight, there was another person who felt upset.

At the Lara mansion, it was the eve of Master Omarin's wedding. The entire mansion was brightly lit, as if it were daytime. Despite it being past one in the morning, the servants were still bustling around.

A senior butler in a black tailcoat directed several maids to decorate the house.

"And you two, go... check for any remaining dust and inspect everything again. We can't afford to have any missing items."

"Yes, sir."

After receiving the instructions, the maids retreated while murmuring complaints under their breath and yawning.

"These wealthy families are truly something else. Even organizing a wedding is so complicated."

The response came from another slightly plump young maid who was biting her finger, her gaze already dulled from exhaustion. "Exactly, we've been preparing for half a year. If it weren't for Master Omarin's runaway last time, we wouldn't have to do so much repetitive work."

Suddenly, the third maid among them sighed, evoking empathy from the others.

"Who would want to marry a woman like Miss Weaver? Master Omarin is truly pitiful."

"You're right."

"I think that sometimes, being wealthy isn't necessarily a good thing."

Compared to Master Omarin, who was about to marry a promiscuous woman he didn't love, their torment was only physical.

Moreover, the Lara family was a prestigious lineage in Onistead. With Master Omari's wedding being such a grand occasion, the maids could expect to receive cash.

As they excitedly speculated about the amount of the cash, a "clang" sound suddenly echoed through the dark garden.

A deflated beer bottle fell from mid-air, landing precisely in the garden's ornamental fountain.

under the light, they noticed over

them were startled and instinctively looked

no lights on, pitch black

garden cast its light on the shadows of the trees, illuminating the

green light pierced through the forest,

It was Master Omari!

stood with his back to the window, one long leg stretched out on the ground while the other was bent at

knee, while the other held a new beer bottle as he tilted his head back to continue

hair, making it shine in the dark night like the leaves-radiating

inexplicably evoked a

on, it's still painful to have

up in her

deep pity for Master Omari that she couldn't

crisp and loud "plop" sound rang out

was still half a bottle

deep voice carried by the chilly wind traveled

but I

his gaze complex as he peered through the crack in the doorway at

someone you don't love is like burying your soul in

had experienced such pain

decades. He hoped Omari could adapt and

have only four hours left until the wedding procession. What should we do about Omari's drunken

cold and stern voice resonated outside the door as he also saw his younger brother in a state of despair inside

as miserable as a stray dog, devoid

glint flashed in his

breath, leaning on his cane at the door as he let out a long sigh. Bitterly,

for tomorrow

why don't

the Weaver family that he's not feeling well, and he'll definitely be present for the formal exchange

brother for

tightened at the thought. Would the Weaver family agree to

his father was favoring Omari,

"Fine."

Leon turn to look

he noticed

in that