Chapter 27

Viola made a grand entrance, stepping from the car in a breathtaking wedding gown. The crowd erupted in cheers.

“Wow! The bride is absolutely stunning! Shouldn’t the groom carry her in?” someone exclaimed. “Haha, where’s Ken? Someone get the lucky man!”

Viola basked in the admiration, her confidence soaring. Her radiant smile and graceful demeanor captivated everyone.

Amid the lively chatter, Ken emerged from the house, walking slowly. Viola turned to him, playful charm in her voice. “Ken, they say the groom carries the bride in after she gets out of the car. Would you give me a piggyback ride?”

She was certain he wouldn't dare cause a scene.

But Ken, dressed casually in stark contrast to the formality of the event, seemed utterly detached. His face remained impassive as he stared at her outstretched hand.

The crowd murmured uneasily. “Something feels off. Isn’t this supposed to be joyful?” one person whispered. “Why doesn’t the groom look happy?” another added.

Sensing the tension, Viola attempted to maintain her composure. “Ken, today is our wedding day…”

Ken cut her off. “Who said I’m marrying you?”

The words struck Viola like a thunderbolt. Her smile faltered, her confidence shattering. “Ken, what are you talking about?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Uncle Johnson, visibly alarmed, hurried to intervene, but Ken wasn’t finished. He produced a document. “This is the annulled prenuptial agreement. It’s revoked. I’m not marrying Viola.”

The crowd gasped, whispers spreading rapidly. “Did he just call off the wedding?” “What’s going on here?”

Viola’s face contorted with fury. “Ken, I don’t think I heard you right. Say that again.”

Ken handed her the document. “I told you before, Viola—I’m not marrying you. I don’t care if the entire world knows. I’m done playing along.”

The guests stared in stunned silence.

Uncle Johnson stormed over, his face flushed. “Ken! Do you realize what you’re doing? Today is an important day for our family!” He slapped Ken twice. “This isn’t a joke! Pull yourself together and apologize!”

Ken stood firm. “I’m not joking, Dad. Viola and I are not married, and we never will be. This charade ends here.”

The tension thickened as Ms. Brown, Viola’s mother, spoke, her voice dripping with contempt. “Ken Johnson, do you think you can just walk away from this? What about the Brown family’s reputation? You’ve humiliated my daughter!”

Ken’s eyes darkened. “Watch your mouth, Ms. Brown. I dare you to say that again.”

Before anyone could react, Ken raised his voice. “I had someone investigate Viola months ago. Before she met me, she was with someone else. And they didn’t just date—they slept together.”

A collective gasp swept through the crowd. All eyes turned to Viola, who stood frozen, pale.

“Viola,” Ken continued, his tone venomous, “why are you so desperate to marry me? Could it be because you’re carrying someone else’s child?”

The audience erupted in shocked murmurs as Ken produced a medical certificate.

Viola’s voice cracked. “I didn’t! You’re lying!”

But Ken waved the document, silencing her.