Submitting to My Ex-Wife novel (Pearl and Marc)

Chapter 23

Clarissa had been eagerly anticipating her wedding, and finally, the big day had arrived. She sat in front of the mirror, admiring herself in the wedding go

excitement.

She adjusted the diamond crown on her head and pretended to be bothered, saying, “Oh, this crown is so heavy. My neck is too thin. It feels like it might

Her bridesmaids, who had just changed into their dresses and were not entirely thrilled with them, understood that Clarissa was just showing off. They ex

Clarissa basked in the compliments, feeling even more pleased. She could not help but glance at her bridesmaids and blurt out, “Oh my goodness, how did you all gain so much weight?”

That one sentence managed to offend the entire bridesmaid squad, and their faces fell in unison. They were on the verge of rolling their eyes.

While Clarissa had been picky about her wedding dress, the bridesmaids‘ dresses seemed like they had been randomly picked up from a street vendor. fashioned pink dresses looked quite tacky, and their quality was subpar. The most troublesome thing was that they were incredibly ill– fitting. Even on a very slender person, they would make them. appear bulkier.

Once the bridesmaids put on these dresses, they instantly regretted it. They all looked terribly unattractive, and it infuriated them to the point where they and throw them right in Clarissa’s face. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Although Clarissa had invited them to be a part of her wedding, saying things like “You’re all my best friends, and I want to get married with your witness Clarissa had simply invited them as accessories to highlight her

own beauty.

Clarissa was not entirely satisfied with her makeup and told the makeup artist, “My skin. looks too pale. Can you add more blush? I envy people with ros

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so nice.”

One of the bridesmaids, who struggled daily with redness in her face, could not help but mutter a curse under her breath, “Darn it! It is just getting married. What’s the big deal? I wish you would marry again!”

In the makeup room, the bridesmaids remained silent while Clarissa continued her monologue, lost in her own world.

“A woman in a wedding dress is truly the most beautiful sight. It’s a shame we can only get married once in our lifetime. If only we could have weddings e

“Mr. Males!”

Clarrisa’s contemplative thoughts were interrupted by a wave of greetings. Clarissa bit her tongue and turned to look at Marc, putting on a cheerful smile. “Hi, Marc!”

Just moments ago, Clarissa was still boasting, and now she suddenly began to feign being a gentle and polite woman.

Marc, dressed in a perfectly tailored white suit, looked like a nobleman straight out of a medieval painting. The bridesmaids‘ eyes turned into heart shapes, jealousy burning fiercely w

indignant.

Marc approached Clarissa, his concern evident. “Are you ready? Can you handle it physically?”

Clarissa’s eyes sparkled as she spoke with an affected, overly sweet tone, “I’m fine. I’m not as delicate as you think I am.” She quickly changed the subje and– down look at Marc. “My man looks the most handsome in anything he wears. Marc, I’m about to become your wife, and we’ll be living together. I’m so ex

Clarissa’s friends chimed in playfully, “So, what are your plans for tonight? Tell us your

secret!”

“Stop it! Don’t bring up those things out of the blue!” Clarissa blushed and looked at Marc with her big, artificial eyelashes fluttering, her voice sweet and tender. “Anyway, I really look

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forward to living with you. Just imagine, I’ll be helping you with your ties every morning, making breakfast, and waving goodbye to you with a smile as you head to work. We’ll spend countless happy moments together.”

Marc’s previously mild expression suddenly changed, and a strange emotion washed over

his face. He heard a faint but familiar voice in his ears.

“Marc, don’t move. Let me change your clothes.”

“Marc, don’t worry. As long as you keep up with your rehabilitation, you’ll definitely be able to stand up again! I’ll be with you all the way!”

“Marc, are you done with work? I’ve prepared lots of dishes, including grilled shrimp and

roast beef. Your favorites!”

“Marc, please don’t ignore me.”

A pile of snacks was scattered across the coffee table, and Pearl sat cross– legged on the couch, absentmindedly tearing open a bag of chips. She stared at the screen with a blank. expression, where Marc’s wedding was being l

Hubert, observing Pearl growing agitated to the point of seeking solace in junk food, could not help but sigh. “I mean, seriously, why torture yourself like t

“You don’t understand,” Pearl replied, taking the remote and cranking up the volume. She spoke with a cold, determined look in her eyes. “I have to witness it

else?”

Hubert pursed his lips and then picked up his phone to send a message to a WhatsApp group called “Anti–Homewrecker Alliance.”

Hubert: [Pearl insists on watching the live broadcast of the wedding, and I can’t stop her.” What should I do?]

Quentin: [Why should you stop her? Let her see how we’re helping her get revenge!]

Henry: [Live broadcast? I thought Marc didn’t invite the media.]

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Hubert: [Pearl’s hacking–skills are top–notch. There’s no system in the world she can’t infiltrate. She can watch any surveillance feed she wants.]

Quentin: [You’re useless!]

Noah: [Alright, knock it off. If Pearl wants to watch, just let her. She’s been fond of Marc for so many years. Perhaps seeing this with her own eyes is what she needs to truly move on.]

Oliver: [Proceed as planned.]

The sky over Machodean remained gloomy all day, with thick, ominous clouds threatening to unleash a downpour any moment.

The wedding was held at the Wonder Grand Hotel, a property owned by the Males Group. The invited guests arrived as planned, but there were not too represented, but the Males family was conspicuously absent.

Guests observed the still–vacant main table and whispered to each other, “None of the Males family members have shown up. What’s going on?”

“Marc’s grandfather didn’t approve of this marriage. Haven’t you heard about the long- standing feud between Miss Males and Miss Santos? Good thing

“A marriage without the elders‘ support is hanging by a thread. But I heard this is Mr. Males‘ second marriage. Who did he marry before? There’s been n

“It was all over the internet a few days ago. Supposedly, he married a girl from a small, unknown family. Mr. Males didn’t like her, so it was kept hush– hush. Probably a rural girl. How could she be compared to Clarissa Santos?”

“What’s wrong with a rural girl? Everyone’s ancestors come from the countryside. My grandfather was a rural boy, and look at where we are now. How dare you look down on

rural folks!”

As a few guests chatted away, they were suddenly sprayed with saliva. They turned to see a handsome, well–dressed young man.

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Hubert, who was watching the video where a young man was about to engage in a fight, chuckled and asked Pearl, “Who’s this kid?”

Pearl replied, “Caleb Males, Marc’s cousin. His dad is Christopher Males.”

“Oh, so he’s Marc’s cousin. That’s interesting,” Hubert remarked with curiosity. “It’s rare for someone from the Males family to stand up for you.”

Pearl shot him a look. “I get along well with the Males family, aside from Marc. Everyone

likes me!”

Saying it out loud, even she felt a pang in her heart. The one person she wanted to like her just happened to be the one who did not. Even though others liked her, it meant nothing to

her.

Pearl gave a bitter smile.

Caleb was pulled to the main table by his sister, his handsome face filled with frustration. “Sis, have you forgotten how good Pearl was to us? Do you support Marc being with Clarissa?”

“I haven’t forgotten!” Amanda Males struggled to control Caleb. “But Marc and Pearl are already divorced. Regardless of how much we don’t want to accept it, that’s the reality. What can we

Caleb kicked the table in anger. “Marc is just ungrateful and heartless! I told Pearl before, not to be so good to Marc. Men are all jerks. If a woman treats her advice, told her to make a scene, threw a tantrum with Marc, or be a little coquettish, but she never listened to me. Look, they ended. up getting divo

Amanda sighed softly. “Divorce might not be a bad thing for Pearl. Instead of trying to please a man who doesn’t love her, she should find a man who truly cares about her.”

“Where are you going to find someone like that? Marc is great in every way. He is just blind, hmph!”

Hubert watched the video, finding it entertaining. Caleb’s furious outburst was oddly

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He grinned slyly, coming up with a new idea, and sent a message on his phone. Soon, the bodyguards stationed at the entrance of the hall made their way toward Caleb’s directio