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The crowd roared back to life, with their
murmurs turning increasingly critical.
“I’ve heard that Andrew Garcia favors his younger daughter and has been harsh on his eldest daughter of his ex–wife. It’s good to see it for myself today!”
“Of course! The eldest daughter excels in everything and is stunning; it’s no wonder the stepmother gets jealous. If she’s whispering
sweet nothings in the real dad’s ear, how can he not turn against his own daughter?”
“Real dad? There’s an old saying that once there’s a stepmother, there’s a stepfather. It
seems he’s not even a proper father!”
“Exactly! Favoritism is common, but to the
extent of helping the younger daughter steal
the older sister’s fiancé? Now that’s a first!”
“Ha, for the Mr.Garcia, it makes no difference;
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whoever Mr.Lewis marries is still a fine match
for him.”
The guests chatted excitedly, mocking us, laughing without restraint.
As I listened, my sense of shame faded away.
After all, I still had two pairs of “well–matched” lovers blocking my view; I wouldn’t be the one taking the fall here.
On stage, the emcee held the microphone, and
after all the emotional introductions, he got to the point: “The wedding officially begins! First,
let’s welcome Miss. Flora Garcia to give her
speech of blessing!”
As the microphone was handed to me, I hesitated for a moment before taking it.
Ryan Lewis and Sophia Garcia exchanged glances, then turned their attention back to each other, their eyes filled with affection.
In that moment, the pain I felt inside suddenly intensified into a wave of vengeful impulse.
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I stepped forward, holding the microphone with a calm demeanor, and said loudly, “Today is a wonderful day. It’s an honor for me to be the officiant for my dearest sister and my ex who is now outdated. May they love each other deeply, stay together forever, and have many children. I also wish to express heartfelt gratitude on behalf of the newlyweds to all guests here. May you have happiness in your families and everything go well for you.”
Ha! Blessings? I wonder if they can truly conceive?
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the crowd murmuring again.
Then someone led the applause, cheering, “Yes! That was great! The real winner of
this wedding is Mr.Garcia! Congratulations, Mr.Garcia!”
“Congratulations!”
That was clearly a jab at my dad.
He looked uncomfortable, raising a hand to gesture at the crowd, hoping they would show
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some courtesy and quiet down.
Lila Garcia’s frustration boiled over. Her face
twisted with anger as she scolded, “Flora, do you have no shame?”
“I’m not the one stealing someone’s husband,
so what’s there for me to be ashamed of?” I
shot back defiantly, planning to return the microphone and step down.
But to my surprise, Sophia Garcia took the microphone, pushing the absurdity of the wedding to new heights.
“Wait, Flora,” she suddenly called out to me.
I turned around.
Sophia Garcia released Ryan Lewis’s hand, walked to me, and pulled me back to the center
of the stage.
“Actually, today, the person I’m most grateful for is my sister. I have a terminal illness and
won’t live long. My greatest wish in life is to marry the person I love most, Ryan.”
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to hear your honest feelings. Do you hate me?”
I was taken aback, unable to believe that Sophia Garcia had the audacity to pull this stunt!
She was morally coercing everyone present and now wanted me to publicly declare my feelings, playing along with her nauseating display of family values?
I felt like I might vomit my dinner!
Noticing my silence, the emcee swiftly handed me another microphone.
My blood was boiling, my restraint wearing thin, and in that moment, I decided to let it all
out.
I took the microphone with a slight smile and turned around casually, saying, “Actually, I
should be the one thanking my sister.”
The audience responded with an intrigued
“Oh?”
Was I really going to thank the sister who stole
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I continued at a leisurely pace, “What she took
from me wasn’t my man; it was my trouble. No.
matter how thick the iron chain, it can’t hold
back a dog determined to escape. So, there’s a saying, ‘A whore is suited for a scumbag; they’ll
last forever.“”
The crowd erupted with laughter, the guests reveling in the drama, raising their hands in applause and whistling.
“Bravo! Miss. Flora is well done!”
“Miss. Flora is amazing!”
“Forever and ever!”
I was satisfied with the reaction, a wave of vengeful exhilaration surged within me.
I turned to look at Sophia Garcia, and in her stunned expression, I smiled with a sense of relief and said, “Dear Sophia, I don’t hate you. I actually want to thank you. I wish you both eternal happiness and companionship in life.
and death.”
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Smack! Before I could finish, my cheek was struck hard, twisting my head to the side.
I stumbled back, colliding with the emcee.
“Flora! You’re unbelievable!” My dad’s face turned a deep shade of crimson, and he pointed at me furiously, repeatedly shaking his finger, “You’re just like your mother! Born to bring me misfortune!”
His voice was low and filled with anger, like he
wanted to tear me apart.
I shot back, giving him a cold smirk. “Andrew Garcia, you have no right to mention my
mother! If it weren’t for your heartless betrayals, she wouldn’t have died so early!”
Now that the mask was off, and this wasn’t even my wedding, I thought, “Let it escalate!”
“Flora! Enough!” Ryan Lewis could no longer hold back, joining the chorus of people scolding
me, “What good is this doing you?”
I turned to him, sizing him up with disdain and
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cold laughter, “Ryan Lewis, you should strip off that suit. It’s meant for my dog Toby! Why are you wearing it?”
“You-”
“Oh, I forgot! You and Sophia Garcia are cut from the same cloth. She stole my wedding
dress, and you took my dog’s outfit. Aren’t you
two a happy family?”
“Flora! I’ll give you a good sound beating!” Andrew Garcia thundered with rage, charging
at me in front of everyone.
I couldn’t dodge fast enough; he grabbed my arm and slapped me again. But I wouldn’t back down, regardless of whether he was my real father. I fought back with all my might.
