I couldn’t help but laugh at the excuse Lyle came up with because I knew the real reason he had invited me. He was unhappy that I wasn’t threatened by him being with Crystal, so he wanted me to see him marry her and live a happy life together. He thought it would make me regret leaving him, but he had no idea how happy I was being with Christopher.
He didn’t know how well Christopher treated me nor how much he would spoil me. While I was indeed in a pinch at the time, I knew very well that it was only temporary, and that things would change for the better.
After Lyle and Wendy had gone back inside, I winked at Christopher and made an ushering motion. “Lyle said he wants to make me give up on him! Should I go in and take a good long look at him getting married?”
“Of course you should! Make sure you burn that image into your head so I can rest assured!” Christopher replied as he took my arm and motioned at me to walk ahead.
Noticing the camera flashes through the corner of my eye, I frowned as I saw a lot of journalists around the hotel. Why are there journalists here? Is it because of my recent drama with Crystal and Monica?
The press was highly capable of twisting the facts and making people believe their lies. Having experienced that first hand, I knew just how devastating false rumors could be and was really afraid of them.
“Why have you stopped?” Christopher asked.
I pointed in the direction of the journalists and said, “See those journalists over there? I bet they’re going to sneak into the wedding later!”
“Don’t worry, they’ll be so busy when the wedding starts that they won’t have time for you at all.”
Busy? Is something big going to happen later? Wait, Christopher once told me it was impossible for Lyle and Crystal to get married. I wonder why… Hmm, what did he and Sharon talk about the other day? Why were they being so secretive about it?
As we made our way toward the hall, some of the guests came over to greet Christopher. Of course, they made sure to greet me as well, but I could feel the obvious disdain in their tone.
Once a woman was branded as a homewrecker, she would have an incredibly hard time in this industry. This was evident with how people have dared criticize me publicly despite Christopher’s high social status.
Gordon, Julia, and Darius entered the hall shortly after we did. Given the nature of their identity, having just one of them attend the Smith family’s wedding would’ve sufficed. As such, the three of them showing up at the same time drew quite a lot of attention, and we had no choice but to go greet them.
As we were all in public, Julia accepted my regards with a polite smile on her face. When it was time for us to be seated, she quickly walked up to us and smacked Christopher’s hand off mine before sitting down between us. “I like this seat. It has a great view of the ceremony.”
Um… Okay… What else can I say, right?
Realizing that his seat had been taken, Christopher got up to swap places with Gordon, but Gordon simply shook his head and mouthed at him, “Just bear with it.”
Being a former governor, Gordon was both a great father and a loving husband who managed all his family relationships really well.
I pursed my lips and smiled as I helped pour them some tea. Having changed her clothes, Monica came over all of a sudden. Her eyes lit up when she saw me sitting next to Julia, and she made her way over as she said, “We have a lot of empty seats at our table, Julia! Would you like to sit with us instead?”
“No, I prefer it here. Don’t worry, the Smiths will arrange for people to fill up those empty seats at your table.”
“But, Julia… I…”
“Now, now… The ceremony is starting soon, and everyone else is already seated. It’d be rude to stand here like this, so you should hurry on back to your table! Mr. Martin is waiting for you!”
