---- thread, screaming luxury. John said ever since he'd secured his footing in the business world, he'd been preparing everything to marry me. "All these years, every time I thought of you, I added more to your wedding gifts, hoping that someday I'd get to give them to you. I never imagined God would listen to my prayers and actually let me marry you." Tears glistened in John's eyes as he took my hand gently. "Am I dreaming?" I smiled, squeezing his hand back, cheeks flushed as I whispered, ''No, you're not, honey." At that moment, someone broke through the heavy security and appeared before me. Beneath my veil, I caught sight of a pair of familiar leather shoes. They were the same shoes I had once flown all the ---- way to a renowned cobbler's workshop in Frontient to design personally. I had chosen the finest leather and carefully crafted them over months. He had never worn them before. But now, he was wearing them on the day I was marrying another man. John stepped protectively in front of me, his voice cold as steel. "Today's our wedding day. If you're here to offer congratulations, you're welcome. But if you're here to cause trouble, I won't hold back." Simon stood frozen, staring at me while whispering under his breath, ''You look so stunning in that dress... I'm sorry I never truly saw your beauty before." In the flurry, my veil slipped, and our eyes met. Simon hastily grabbed someone beside him. "I'm so sorry, Irene. You're the one I've always loved. It's all her fault-she had someone edit that video ---- to frame you!" He turned fiercely toward Carly, who was covered in blood. "She killed our child, so I killed hers. Are you happy now? "Tf it weren't for her, you wouldn't have lost the baby out there in the cold!" The Carly he once treasured now stood ragged and terrified.