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.

they noticed over

three of them were startled

floor had no lights on, pitch

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

through the forest,

It was Master Omari!

one long leg stretched out on the ground while the other was bent

other held a new beer bottle as

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

scene inexplicably evoked a

can go on, it's

welling up in her eyes.

such deep pity for Master Omari that she couldn't

"plop" sound rang out

there was still half a bottle of

by the chilly wind traveled far, sounding both submissive and

getting married, but I miss you so

he peered through the crack

you don't love is like

had experienced such pain

for several decades. He hoped Omari

hours left until the wedding procession. What should we

voice resonated outside the door as he also saw his younger brother in a state of

moment, he appeared just as miserable as a stray dog, devoid of

flashed in his

door as he let out a

for tomorrow morning's

don't

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

his brother for

the Weaver

Omari,

"Fine."

Leon turn

he noticed

and in that