Watch Me Ruin Your Life, Cheater!

The wedding ceremony was in full swing, buzzing with excitement as the newlyweds stood at the center, basking in the well-wishes of their guests. The scene was idyllic, until suddenly—there was a loud crash. The tower of champagne glasses toppled over, spilling the bubbly onto the floor. The guests gasped, and all eyes turned toward the entrance. There, under the bright lights, stood a woman in a gold strapless gown. She was tall, her waist slender, golden curls cascading over her chest, her beauty so striking that it was almost impossible to look away. "Why wasn't I invited to my ex's wedding?" Penelope Stein raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mocking smile. In a split second, she raised the rock in her hand and hurled it at the wedding photo on display, smashing the groom's face with a resounding c***k. Howard Byle instinctively stepped in front of his bride and shielded her, his face filled with shock. "How did you even get here?!" "Where else should I be? In prison?" Penelope's voice was icy. Her fury and hatred that had been boiling beneath the surface gradually surged back. ***** Two years ago, Howard had gotten into trouble, and she had taken the fall for him. The naive romantic that she was, she didn't hesitate to cover for him, thinking it was just a small issue. But to her shock, it led to cold handcuffs and a prison sentence. During those two long years, Howard visited her only once. It was on the day her detention started. He knelt down in front of her, tears in his eyes, and said, "Honey, I'm sorry for putting you through this. I'll wait for you. When you get out, we'll get married." Penelope believed him. Despite the bullying she endured in prison, she held on, clinging to his promise. Two years. Over 700 days. She held on because of his words. But on the very day she was released, she learned the truth. The man who promised to wait for her had already married the daughter of one of Acron's wealthiest and most powerful families. ***** "Howard, who is she?" The bride, Erica Narsson, was seething with anger. Her wedding had just been ruined, and her blood boiled. Howard stammered, his face paling. "She's... she's just a former admirer of mine..." A guest in the crowd spoke up, recognizing Penelope. "Isn't she Penelope Stein, the daughter of the Stein family? I heard she was dating someone before she went to prison. Could it have been Howard?" A ripple of whispers spread through the room. Howard's face turned red with frustration. "That's not true! We never dated! She just wouldn't stop chasing after me, but I never agreed to anything! She's just a madwoman!" Penelope's heart sank as she heard his words. They had been together for five years. For him, she had defied her mother and given up so much. And now, he was calling her crazy? Her fist clenched so tightly her knuckles cracked. She strode toward Howard, her anger radiating from every step. "You... what are you doing? Security! Security!" Howard stammered, stumbling back in fear. Just then, a tall figure suddenly stepped in front of her, blocking her way. "Who gave you the nerve to mess with the Narssons? You've got balls, lady." ***** Penelope halted and looked up, sizing up the man who was now standing before her. He was a head taller than her, dressed in a custom-made black tuxedo with a gold lapel pin that happened to match her gold dress. His strikingly handsome features—sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and a high nose—took her breath away. The man's presence seemed to dominate the room, his figure overshadowing hers. Both of them were stunning, and their outfits matched by coincidence, making them look like a couple. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, others might think they were the real bride and groom. He was none other than Tyron Narsson, the son of Bruce Narsson and the late lady of the Narsson family. Tyron's mother had been assassinated while saving his grandfather, Carter Narsson. Though Bruce later remarried and had another son and daughter, Tyron's position in the family had never been in question. His influence was all over the Narsson family and even Acron. Penelope recognized him immediately, but she wasn't intimidated. She side-stepped him with a glance, brushing past without a word. Tyron paused, taken aback by her dismissive attitude. No one had ever dared to ignore him like that. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward him, his face suddenly inches from hers. His breath brushed her skin, his voice low and commanding. "You really want to make a scene in this setting?" Penelope met his gaze, her expression icy. "I'm doing your family a favor by getting rid of this scum. Shouldn't you be thanking me?" Tyron raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into an amused smirk. There was something oddly familiar about the way she spoke. He didn't immediately order security to throw her out. Instead, he seemed intrigued by her boldness. "How about you let me handle this? We can talk after the wedding," he suggested. Penelope smiled faintly, her fingers grazing his chest as she looked up at him. "And why would I do that? Who do you think you are?" ***** With that, she took a sharp step forward, brushing past him. Tyron moved quickly, stepping back just in time to avoid her knee striking him. He smirked, barely avoiding a disaster. "Get out of my way!" Penelope pushed him aside and continued her march forward. This was the first time Tyron had been so blatantly disregarded by a woman. He suddenly changed his mind; he wanted to see just how far she would take this. ***** "Penelope, that's enough!" Howard grabbed her arm forcefully. "This is my wedding day. If you have a problem, we'll deal with it after..." Before Howard could finish, Penelope slapped him hard across the face. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Erica gasped and lunged at her furiously, trying to shove Penelope away. But Penelope was too quick. She dodged effortlessly, causing Erica to lose her balance and fall to the floor in her heavy wedding dress. "Erica!" Howard rushed to help her. But Penelope was already ahead of him, grabbing Erica's veil and yanking it off. "You don't know the truth, so I won't hold it against you. But let me give you some advice: just get away from Howard. He's a scumbag..." "Penelope!" Howard's mother suddenly shouted, cutting Penelope off. She stormed out of the crowd, her face twisted with fury. She shoved Penelope away, glaring at her with venom. "My son has told you countless times that he doesn't like you. Why do you insist on pestering him? And you even showed up to ruin his wedding! What's your problem? If you don't leave right now, I'll have the police drag you out!" Sandy Byle's fury was palpable, and it was as though she wanted to rip Penelope apart. It was hard to believe that just three years ago, Sandy had treated her like her own daughter. ***** The chaos of the wedding forced its cancellation. In the lounge, Erica was crying, her face streaked with tears. Howard knelt in front of her, trying to console her, while Sandy kept reassuring her. But the Narssons stood stoically, especially Bruce, whose gaze was sharp and unyielding. No one dared meet his eyes. "This wedding is a disaster. There's no point in continuing," Bruce said, his voice cold and detached. "No, please..." Howard's face turned pale, his voice desperate. "I love Erica. This is all Penelope's fault! You can't let one woman's mistake ruin everything. Don't make me lose Erica!" "I think you're the one hiding something. A man like you... the only way someone would want you is if they were blinded by stupidity." From the corner of the lounge, a relaxed voice cut through the tension. "Sounds like you've got your hands full, Howard." Everyone turned to see Tyron, his posture casual as he leaned back in his seat, no trace of his previous intensity left.