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

them were startled

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

of

light pierced through the forest,

It was Master Omari!

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

hand rested on his knee, while the other held a new beer bottle as he tilted

disheveled long hair, making it shine in

inexplicably evoked a sense of

go on, it's still painful

welling up in her eyes.

for Master Omari that she couldn't find the words to express

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

half a bottle

voice carried by the chilly wind traveled far, sounding both

getting married, but I miss

Leon paused, his gaze complex as he peered through the crack in

don't love is like burying your soul in

had experienced such pain

several decades.

the wedding

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

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

glint flashed in his eyes, disappearing in an

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

tomorrow

don't you

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

replace his brother for

at the thought. Would the Weaver family

favoring Omari,

"Fine."

did Leon turn to

he noticed

and in