Chapter 4

I patiently waited for Mr. Morrison's investigation results. I understood Zachary very well. He was selfish and mean by nature.

Isabelle bankrupted the Mitchell family. He wasn't some lovesick fool-how could he still love her? There must be a conspiracy here!

Mr. Morrison moved quickly. Half an hour later, he handed me a thick stack of documents. After reading through them, I laughed loudly, tears forming at the corners of my eyes.

Just as I thought, this was all a scam. Zachary approached her only for revenge.

He just told one lie-that his betrayal of her back then was forced-and Isabelle stupidly believed it. She even went to have his child through IVF under his coaxing.

But in reality, that child wasn't hers at all. It was Zachary's and his true lover's.

All of this was just Zachary's revenge on Isabelle!

And Isabelle, the woman I once cherished-with just one simple sentence from Zachary, she suspected I had ulterior motives staying by her side. She wanted to break my self-respect and train me into her most convenient tool.

In the darkness, the rage and hatred in my eyes were particularly evident. These two people toyed with my true feelings and destroyed Shadow, whom I cared about most. Did they really think I was a powerless orphan?

Zachary Mitchell, Isabelle Jensen!

I silently chewed on these two names, my teeth grinding loudly. You joined forces to trample my dignity.

This generous treatment-on your wedding day, I will definitely prepare a generous gift in return!

Seven days later, the wedding proceeded as scheduled. Isabelle wore a white wedding dress. Looking at Zachary walking toward her, she unconsciously revealed a happy smile.

The two completed the ceremony under the pastor's blessing. Just as they were about to toast, several drones flew in, scattering DNA test reports into every guest's hands.

In the chaos, I walked onto the stage. Dressed in mourning clothes. Laughing.

"Today's my ex's wedding. How could I, the ex-boyfriend, not show up to toast the happy couple?"

"First glass. To you two scumbags. Locked together forever. May you never part."

"Second glass. On behalf of Mr. and Mrs. Jensen. Their own daughter married the man who drove them to their graves. They must be spinning in theirs."

"Third glass. To you, Isabelle Jensen. The fool who got played from start to finish. Carrying another man's child for him. Congratulations, new mother."

My voice echoed through the speakers, filling the entire hall.

Isabelle's face went pale. Her body swayed. Then she shrieked.

"Security! Throw this lunatic out! Don't let him say another word!"

Two burly guards rushed over, pinned me to the floor, and covered my mouth as they dragged me away.

The next second, dozens of black-suited bodyguards burst through the doors. A voice boomed like thunder.

"Who dares lay a hand on Raymond Parker's son?!"