Mr. and Mrs. Wilson approached them with smiles, taking their hands and leading them to change clothes.
“Stella, James, this is to make up for the incomplete wedding ceremony that day.”
The wedding dress was different from the one at their actual wedding–this one was more elaborate and enchanting.
Mrs. Wilson gazed at Stella’s breathtakingly beautiful reflection in the mirror, her eyes brimming with joy.
“Stella, James didn’t get to see you in your wedding dress that day, but from now on, everything between you two will be perfect!”
As she spoke, she helped Stella put on a sapphire necklace, sincerely exclaiming, “Beautiful!”
A warm feeling spread through Stella’s heart as her lips curved upward involuntarily, and she nodded slightly.
After leaving the dressing room, she saw James dressed in a suit that complemented her gown. Though his steps were slow, they were steady as he walked toward her and took her hand.
“Marrying you is the greatest honor of my life,” he said, his deep, magnetic voice resonating in her ears.
The tips of her ears turned red as she earnestly replied, “Mine too.”
Stella and James took the stage and went through the wedding ceremony once more.
This time, after exchanging rings, James lifted her veil and, no longer restraining himself, kissed her deeply.
The wedding was livestreamed globally. Despite their injuries, Adrian, Lucas, and Maxwell rushed from the hospital to the Wilson residence.
The security guards at the entrance to the estate didn’t stop them this time, but at the mansion’s main gate stood a sign that read: “Adrian, Lucas, Maxwell, and dogs not allowed inside.”
Their photos were marked with glaring red crosses, an unmistakable gesture of humiliation.
By the time they managed to burst in, the ceremony had concluded. Stella and James had changed into different outfits and were enjoying the reception.
One by one, guests approached with champagne flutes, wishing them marital bliss and happiness.
James accepted all the well–wishes graciously, nodding to each one.
Stella stayed by his side, holding his arm and nestling against him.
Noticing he had been standing for too long, she leaned close to his ear and whispered:
“James, you should rest now. Your legs will hurt otherwise.”
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“Alright.”
James didn’t try to be tough. He allowed a servant to bring a wheelchair and let Stella push him.
He wanted to be with her for a very long time and didn’t want to risk his health.
Adrian, Lucas, and Maxwell’s gazes fixed on their intertwined hands, staring intently they might have burned holes through them.
“Stella, we apologized. Did you see?” Adrian forced the words out from deep in his throat, his emotions a turmoil of bitterness.
Stella slowly turned her gaze toward the three men and casually remarked:
“Where are the security guards? How did they get in? Wasn’t it stated that they and dogs weren’t allowed inside?”
Her words were met with dead silence throughout the venue.
Countless guests understood the entanglement between them and had witnessed the three men humiliating Stella in the past.
However, they hadn’t expected karma to strike so quickly.
The three men quickly recalled everything that had happened that day, their faces alternating between pale and flushed.
Maxwell was the first to speak, seemingly unfazed: “Stella, don’t send us away. If you want to humiliate us, we’re willing to accept it!”
“We’ll even act as your servants for a day if necessary, as long as we can stay by your side and you forgive us.”
Lucas nodded in agreement. “I feel the same way.”
Though Adrian remained silent, his stance was obvious.
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