Katelyn’s attention then shifted to the stage, where Neil was holding Lise’s hand. Given Zoey’s vindictive nature, the night was unlikely to end smoothly.

Vincent stood quietly by, observing the unfolding scene.

Onstage, the emcee announced with a warm smile, “Now, let’s invite our groom to place the wedding ring, a symbol of eternal happiness, on the bride’s finger.”

The ring bearer approached, carrying a tray decorated with pink and white flowers, centered around a heart-shaped white diamond of impressive size, highlighting its value.

Neil lifted the ring, drawing all attention to him. Lise beamed with joy, filled with eager anticipation.

Yet, Neil’s eyes strayed toward Katelyn. He expected to see her distraught, but instead, she was relaxed, whispering to Vincent with a light-hearted smile.

Anger surged within Neil. His fingers tightened around the ring. Lise caught his distracted look, and her joyful expression wavered, anxiety rising within her.

Could Neil still harbor feelings for Katelyn? Even after everything, after she had caused his injury?

And Katelyn, that wretched woman! She already had Vincent, yet here she was, trying to draw Neil back in. Despicable!

Rage filled Lise, yet she managed to muster a smile. She leaned closer and whispered gently, “Darling, remember, all eyes are on us.” Her hushed tone was enough to snap Neil out of his daydreaming.

Neil hid his true feelings behind a smile. Holding Lise’s hand, he proceeded to place the ring on her finger, observed by everyone. Lise’s emotions began to stabilize. She was finally becoming…

Neil’s wife, officially. She would now be recognized as a member of the Wheeler family, not just a mistress. Her heart thrummed with exhilaration, ready to burst with joy.

But just as Neil was about to complete placing the ring on Lise’s finger, a voice interrupted.

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“Wait!”

Everyone’s attention snapped to the source of the voice. Interrupting Neil’s wedding was no minor disturbance. The journalists present quickly converged, microphones ready. Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Zoey made her way forward in her wheelchair.

Katelyn raised an eyebrow and whispered, “It seems the real spectacle is just beginning.”

Zoey, known for holding grudges, was not one to let Lise’s machinations slide, especially when they had led to her injury. Nearby, Vincent picked up a glass and leisurely filled it with red wine, saying casually, “There’s nothing like a glass of wine to enjoy the drama.” He appeared to be relishing the unfolding events.

A gleam of excitement twinkled in Aimee’s eyes. She really hoped Zoey would make for an entertaining spectacle.

Zoey wheeled herself to the center of the stage.

Lise, visibly annoyed, interjected, “Miss Powell, could this possibly wait until after the ceremony?”

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