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.

over a

three of them were

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

the garden cast its light on the shadows of the trees, illuminating the intricate veins of each leaf with

through the forest, landing

It was Master Omari!

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

on his knee, while the other held a new beer bottle as

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

scene inexplicably evoked a

life can go on, it's still painful to have such an unfaithful

companion nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.

deep pity for Master Omari that she couldn't find the words

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

was still half a bottle of alcohol

carried by the chilly wind traveled far, sounding both

married, but I

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

like

had experienced such pain and torment

decades. He hoped Omari

only four hours left until the wedding

door as he also saw his younger brother

appeared just as miserable as a stray dog, devoid of the elegance befitting a

faint glint flashed in his eyes,

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

tomorrow morning's

don't you

not feeling well, and he'll definitely be present

his brother for

Would the Weaver

his father was favoring Omari, and

"Fine."

did Leon turn to

he noticed

in that moment,