He Lied About Abroad, I Found His Local Family

Chapter 4 The Confrontation

I took a taxi straight to the hotel.

The moment I stepped into the hotel lobby, my eyes landed on the enormous welcome sign near the entrance displaying the names "Miles Jensen" and "Yasmin Carlisle" beside their wedding portrait.

Miles wore a white tuxedo, smiling brilliantly at the camera. Yasmin stood beside him in a luxurious wedding gown, her slightly rounded stomach hidden beneath carefully layered fabric while happiness practically glowed from her face. They looked like the perfect couple.

I tightened my grip around my handbag. Inside were our original marriage certificate, bank statements, photos from the investigator, and the divorce papers I drafted the night before.

The ballroom was already crowded with guests while the officiant warmed up the atmosphere from the stage.

I slipped in quietly through the side entrance and took a seat in the far corner.

At exactly 11:18, the wedding march began.

Yasmin slowly walked down the aisle on her father's arm in a pure white wedding dress. Thanks to the carefully designed silhouette, her pregnancy was barely noticeable.

At the end of the red carpet stood Miles in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, smiling so happily it was almost impossible to look at him.

I watched everything from a distance, my emotions strangely calm.

Zara, dressed as the flower girl in a pink dress, carried the ring box proudly ahead of them. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement as she ran up to Miles and held out the box.

Miles crouched down with a smile, gently patted her head, and took the rings.

The officiant enthusiastically told the guests the romantic story of how the couple met and fell in love while applause rose at all the appropriate moments.

Everything looked beautiful and perfect, warm enough to resemble a fairy tale brought to life.

And if I hadn't been the wife left at home caring for his bedridden grandmother, waiting endlessly for his return while he emptied our savings behind my back, maybe I would have found it touching too.

At last, I could not sit there any longer. Slowly, I removed my mask and hat, straightened my back, and walked toward the stage one step at a time.

Just as Zara handed the ring box over and the officiant prepared to continue the ceremony, the host I had arranged in advance suddenly lifted the microphone with a mysterious smile.

"Dear family and friends," he announced warmly, "before the ceremony continues, the groom's family has specially prepared an additional surprise gift for the newlyweds. This gift carries extraordinary meaning, so please direct your attention to the big screen as we reveal it together."

The entire ballroom instantly fell silent. Miles and Yasmin both looked completely confused. Clearly, this was never part of the wedding program.

Then the massive screen behind the stage slowly lit up, and the very first image that appeared was a marriage certificate with my name and Miles's side by side beneath an issue date from two years and three months ago.

The instant Miles saw it, all the color drained violently from his face. Panic exploded across his expression as he whipped around searching frantically through the crowd. Then his eyes landed on me.

Whispers erupted throughout the ballroom.

Under countless stunned gazes, I walked calmly onto the stage and stopped directly in front of Miles and Yasmin.

My expression remained completely calm as I looked straight into Miles's terrified eyes.

Then, with a faint mocking smile tugging at my lips, I spoke clearly enough for every single guest in the ballroom to hear.

"Honey," I asked softly, "how did you manage to get married without telling me?"