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.

closer inspection under the light, they noticed over a dozen empty bottles floating on the

were startled and instinctively looked

the second floor had no lights on, pitch black

on the shadows of the trees, illuminating the intricate veins of each leaf with a green

pierced through the forest,

It was Master Omari!

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

while the other held a new beer bottle

his disheveled long hair, making it shine in the dark night like the leaves-radiating

evoked a sense of

go on, it's still painful to

welling up in her eyes.

Master Omari that

sound rang out in the

there was still half

deep voice carried by the chilly wind traveled far, sounding both submissive

but I miss you

he peered through the crack

love is like burying

such pain

for several decades. He hoped Omari could adapt

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

outside the door as he also saw his younger brother in

as a stray dog, devoid of the elegance

glint flashed in 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 feeling sad. Let

for tomorrow

why don't you

he's not feeling well, and he'll definitely be

replace his brother for the

the thought. Would the Weaver

his father was favoring Omari, and he

"Fine."

Leon turn to look

he noticed

and in that