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 a dozen empty bottles

of them were startled and instinctively

no lights on,

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

through the forest, landing on a particular

It was Master Omari!

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

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

disheveled long hair, making it shine in the

inexplicably evoked a sense of

go on, it's

welling up

that she couldn't find the words to express

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

half a bottle of

man's hoarse and deep voice carried by the chilly

but I miss you so

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

love is like burying your

had experienced such

it for several decades. He hoped Omari

only four hours left until the wedding procession.

he also saw

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

in his

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

tomorrow

don't you

family that he's not feeling well, and he'll definitely be present

replace his brother

scalp tightened at the thought. Would the

Omari, and he couldn't refuse this

"Fine."

Leon turn

he noticed

in that