"Marcel!" Skylar Bruno called out, her voice brimming with excitement. She was the mastermind behind this lavish party. With a radiant smile and a champagne glass in hand, she gracefully made her way toward him. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she approached.
She paused, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder before leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. Marcel instinctively tried to stop her, but she was too quick, and the kiss landed.
Jenna, who witnessed the entire exchange from a short distance, felt a surge of anger. Her fists tightened, and she fought the urge to march over and confront him. The sight of another woman kissing her husband in front of her was infuriating.
'He doesn't even consider this a real marriage,' Jenna's thoughts raged. 'He forced everything on me. He brough
