Chapter 4

When I got home, Father was reading the newspaper in the living room.

He looked up and saw me, frowning: "You really came back? Not having the wedding anymore?"

"Not anymore." I handed my suitcase to the servant.

Father put down the newspaper and beckoned me to sit.

"Why didn't that girl Tessa come back with you? Hasn't she been living at your place?"

"She had something to do."

Father snorted: "What could she possibly have to do? She just likes clinging to you. Two years ago I arranged a good job for her, but she insisted on going to find you."

I didn't respond.

Perhaps she wasn't going to find me at all, but to find Lucas Hunt.

She was a scholarship student my father sponsored.

Later, my father even brought her mother to work as a cook.

During those years when I was fighting with my family over Lucas Hunt, she always supported me.

And all along, she was working her way into Lucas Hunt's heart...

Father continued asking:

"Did you handle the divorce paperwork? Back then you insisted I give him the cooperation rights for that project. If you two divorce now, I won't be giving it to him anymore!"

My eyes suddenly stung.

I didn't dare tell Dad that my marriage certificate was fake. I didn't even need a divorce.

I nodded: "Yeah, divorced!"

Father nodded. There was heartache in his eyes, but he didn't ask more.

The next day, Dad arranged for my blind date to come over.

His name was Xavier Moore. His family was as wealthy as mine.

He was very handsome but rather quiet.

We sat face to face for three minutes, and the wedding was settled.

Yet Lucas Hunt and I had been together for three years, and he still hadn't given me a wedding.

How ironic...

The wedding was held at a resort hotel owned by the Moore family.

Although it was rushed, it was extremely luxurious.

After the ceremony, we went straight to get our marriage certificate that afternoon. This marriage certificate was real.

On our wedding night, I was nervous when my phone rang.

It was a video call from Tessa.

I hesitated for a few seconds, then answered.

She was wearing a slip dress, smiling sweetly: "Claire, did you sign for that document for me?"

There was a probing tone in her voice.

I smiled, "Already signed for it. Don't worry."

Her eyes brightened: "Good. Once my wedding's over, I'll come back to keep you company right away!"

As she spoke, she deliberately turned her phone around. The screen swept across the hotel room.

The bed was messy, her face flushed, unable to hide her smile:

"Tonight, my husband and I did it three times. I told him to stop but he wouldn't. My back hurts so much now!"

A man's voice came through the phone:

"Only three times and you can't take it? We used to be able to do it seven times in one night."

Tessa's smile couldn't be suppressed. She said coquettishly: "I know, you're so annoying."

I held the phone without saying anything.

Then Tessa spoke to me through the phone again: "Claire, guess who my groom is?"

"No need to guess," I said. "Congratulations on your marriage. I need to go to bed with my groom too."

The other end paused, as if not processing what I'd said.

At that moment, Xavier came out of the bathroom, walked to the bedside, and suddenly reached out to embrace my waist, his lips brushing against my earlobe.

Caught off guard, I let out a soft moan.

Tessa was still in a daze when the man beside her suddenly sounded alert:

"Who are you talking to? What groom?"