Chapter 6

Family and friends of Patrick, and the inner-circle friends of Jean had arrived. The wedding venue had a minimalistic yet romantic vibe.

Jean was wearing a white wedding gown, walking unaccompanied on the long, red carpet in the aisle with a bouquet in her hands.

She looked calmly and unfeelingly at the man at the other end of the aisle.

This was the man she chose. But he was trash.

“No one from the Mitchell family is present?” Someone from Patrick’s family whispered.

“Who knows?”

Patrick held out his hand reluctantly as Jean approached.

Instead of holding his hand, she put her hand on his arm like a queen.

She said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, “See the cameras? Smile. Don’t give me a face that looks as if you are here for a funeral.”

Patrick whispered back angrily, “Don’t go too far, Jean. I have done my part to marry you.”

“Did I force you to cheat on me and sleep with Selena? Do as I say. I am not going to repeat it.” She put on a smile.

“You…”

His forehead still hurt, reminding him how horrible this woman in front of his eyes was.

He put on a plastic smile.

As the emcee asked Patrick if he would marry Jean as his wife, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do them part, he gritted his teeth.

“I do.”

Jean sneered.

Had Patrick said otherwise, she would still have some respect for him and probably reconsider if she would proceed with her plan. But now—

When it was her turn, she said aloud, “I don’t.”

Her crisp voice resounded throughout the venue. Silence instantly fell on the otherwise lively wedding.

She pulled the veil off her head and faced the cameras that were doing the live stream with a smile. “I will not marry him. The wedding is canceled.”

Her response shocked all the guests and reporters at the scene, including Patrick.

His face turned pale. How he wished he could strangle this woman to death right now.

Just yesterday, Jean still threatened him, wanting him to marry her. He thought it was because she loved him so much that she could not live without him. So, as much as he hated her, he still got a sense of satisfaction from it.

He did not expect Jean to disavow him at the wedding.

This was a live stream event, and he had become a laughingstock when he was dumped in the middle of the wedding ceremony.

No entertainment reporter would want to miss this explosive news. They swarmed around the two of them.

“Why is that?” One reporter asked.

Jean shot a disdainful glance at Patrick and pushed him away. “Because he is not worthy of me.”

The muscles on Patrick’s face twitched as he tried to control his anger. “Come on, Jean. Don’t make such a joke. Didn’t you always say you want to marry me?”

Jean sneered and said, “A joke? You slept with Selena—is that also a joke? Stop thinking that there is still hope between us. From the day you betrayed me, we are over!”

Anne, who was dressed in a bridesmaid’s costume, standing not far away, trembled upon seeing all this.

The family and friends of Patrick’s started to hurl insults at Jean.

“Patrick graduated from a prestigious university. He is a famous director. Not to mention that he has a good character and is good-looking. Do you know how many girls are begging to marry him? What more do you want?”

“I have said all along that you can’t trust an actress like her. She is not a wife material. Who knows how many men she has slept with in the past?”

“It is not up to you! Who the hell do you think you are? You are just a bloody actress, the lowest of any job. Do you really think you are the daughter of some VIP family?”

Facing a barrage of insults from Patrick’s family, Jean suddenly smiled at Patrick.

His heart skipped a beat. The moment he knew it, the screen behind them that was playing their photo album suddenly switched to restricted-material footage.

It showed Selena and Patrick in bed. The footage was completely uncensored.

There was an instant uproar.

The man in the video was the groom, but the woman was not the bride.

Patrick and Selena became the instant focus of the night. They felt as if they were stripped naked and trialed in public.