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 a dozen empty bottles floating on the

them were startled and instinctively looked

room on the second floor had no lights on, pitch black and difficult

lamp in the garden cast its light on the shadows of the trees, illuminating the intricate veins

the forest, landing on

It was Master Omari!

window, one long leg stretched out on the ground while the

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

on his disheveled long hair, making it shine in the dark night like

evoked a sense of

can go on, it's still

companion nodded, tears welling up

felt such deep pity for Master Omari that

crisp and loud "plop" sound rang out in the darkness.

there was still half a bottle of alcohol

carried by the chilly wind traveled far, sounding

getting married, but

his gaze complex as he peered through the crack

love is like burying your soul in a

experienced such

it for several decades. He hoped Omari

the wedding procession. What should we do about Omari's

voice resonated outside the door as he also saw his

this moment, he appeared just as miserable as a stray

his eyes, disappearing in

a deep breath, leaning on his cane at the door as he let out a long sigh. Bitterly, he spoke, "He's

for tomorrow

why don't you

can explain to the Weaver family that he's not feeling

his brother for

tightened at the thought. Would the Weaver family agree to this

Omari, and

"Fine."

did Leon

he noticed

in that