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After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again

Chapter 181: A Little Episode

Author: Long Night 66
updatedAt: 2025-09-16

CHAPTER 181: CHAPTER 181: A LITTLE EPISODE

Luke frowned, pulling Florence’s hand out displeased and looking at Ethan: "Please don’t get handsy with someone else’s wife."

Florence withdrew her hand from Luke’s grip, looking at him unhappily.

Luke then truly noticed her face was somewhat pale and she didn’t look well, asking: "What’s wrong? Are you really feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Florence looked at him coldly: "Thanks to you, I remembered that wedding."

Luke stiffened, looking even worse than Florence at this point.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but didn’t know what to say.

Florence stared at him and let out a mocking laugh.

Luke clenched his hand, feeling his throat tighten.

Back then, in his moment of impulse, he almost disregarded the situations of both families, and one can imagine what kind of scrutiny Florence endured alone at the wedding.

"Christopher!" A strange, loud female voice disrupted the wedding.

A graceful figure rushed in, standing at the entrance to the red carpet with a stubborn face full of hurt: "Are you really marrying another woman today?"

The guests were in an uproar.

Florence frowned, nudging Ethan: "Hurry up and have the staff take her away."

No matter what, a wedding is an important moment for a woman.

She glanced at Miranda in the wedding dress on stage.

Her eyes were panicked, looking at the woman and then at Christopher.

She secretly tightened her grip on Christopher’s hand.

She and Christopher have no emotional basis for their marriage, both are clear that it’s for the future of their companies, much less the thing about being schemed by James, which he knows, and even helped her with originally.

But in the end, because her father proposed the idea of marriage, he agreed to it. Miranda was shocked, unable to lift her head in front of him.

She doesn’t know the man in front of her, and they haven’t even reached the ring exchange yet, and such a beautiful wedding atmosphere was disrupted by a woman barging in.

She doesn’t want to care what the relationship is between the woman who broke in and Christopher, hoping that at this moment, he wouldn’t leave her here to go with another woman no matter what.

Otherwise, how could she face all these guests, and once the incident spreads, what would people say about her.

Christopher sensed Miranda’s unease, looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, tightening his grip on her hand as a comforting response, and then turned displeasedly toward the woman who barged in.

Security had already gone over to take the woman away, and as she struggled, she shouted, "Christopher, you promised me I was the woman you loved the most, you would marry me, remember? How can you marry another woman?"

The security dragged her out of the wedding site.

"Sorry." Christopher looked at the guests below the stage: "A little interlude, let’s continue."

Christopher didn’t leave, Florence looked at Miranda, feeling relieved for her.

The wedding proceeded smoothly to the end, guests transitioned indoors, starting to toast and exchange drinks.

Florence had nothing to do at the moment, she went to the bridal room to give Miranda her prepared wedding gift.

She opened the door, and Miranda was sitting in a daze on the sofa, still in her wedding dress with a stylist holding a dress standing nearby.

Noticing the movement, Miranda found out it was her and was a bit surprised: "Miss Fuller."

"Is there something wrong with the dress?"

Miranda realized the wedding dress was still on her, and smiled awkwardly: "No, I just drifted off."

"Congratulations on your wedding."

Florence handed over the gift bag.

"Thank you." Miranda accepted it: "I’m very glad you came."

"Christopher is my cousin, not coming wouldn’t be right." Florence sat on the sofa opposite her: "You were thinking about the incident at the wedding just now."

Miranda paused and nodded.

The door to the room was knocked, and the stylist who was close by opened it.

Christopher stood in front, followed by Ethan and Luke.

All three men came in together, Christopher wasn’t surprised to see her, noticing the gift bag next to Miranda’s hand: "What gift did you give your sister-in-law."

Christopher’s words surprised Miranda a bit, as she looked toward him.

"You can just open it and see."

"Then let’s take a look." Christopher sat beside Miranda and reached for the gift bag.

Miranda was puzzled, watching him open the gift bag.

Luke and Ethan came in one after the other, Luke’s face was terribly bad while Ethan was leisurely and looked at Florence tenderly.

"Didn’t I say I came to deliver something, why are you two here?" Florence said.

"Well, we happened to meet the groom and thought we’d join."

Christopher had already opened the gift box, heard Luke’s words, and glanced at the two men.

If he hadn’t run into them, he felt these two men would have started fighting, what a rumor it would become with so many people at the wedding banquet.

"This is too valuable." Miranda exclaimed.

A large teardrop-shaped diamond necklace lay in the center of the black brocade box.

"Just keep it, it was bought and custom-made for you, can’t return it now." Florence said.

Miranda picked it up, feeling its weight in her hands, her eyes couldn’t hide the surprise.

This sister-in-law really is generous.

"Thanks." Christopher said.

Miranda hesitated, finally saying: "Thank you."

She put the necklace back into the gift box, Christopher picked it up: "We’ll need to go down soon to toast the guests, you should change into the dress, I’ll pack this for you."

Miranda’s hand stiffened, she was silent for two seconds: "Can I... not go."

Florence, who was about to leave, paused when she heard her words and looked at Christopher: "That woman who came just now, what’s between you two...?"

"Nothing." Christopher said: "A former girlfriend."

Miranda’s face turned pale: "So last night, you were with her."

"No, last night I was having dinner with Florence and the others."

Florence nodded, looking at Miranda: "I have no reason to lie, we had dinner together yesterday. But I don’t know what he did afterwards."

Christopher frowned: "I just had dinner with you and went back."

Florence raised her chin toward Miranda: "It’s no use telling me, tell her."

Christopher also knew that the incident just now caused a bad influence on Miranda, he sighed: "Now that we’re married, there’s no need to hide this from you, the woman who barged in earlier was my girlfriend I dated for two years abroad. We broke up before I returned, then she came back and tried to reconcile, but I didn’t agree, and rarely met with her. I didn’t inform her about the wedding, it was surprising she could appear here."

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