She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 249: The Provocation On The Wedding Night

Chapter 249: The Provocation on the Wedding Night

On their wedding day, Kelvin wore a white suit with Cheyenne by his side.

After the ceremony, he took her delicate hand from Layne and held it tightly. She was obviously nervous as her hand trembled in his, but Kelvin didn't care about her feelings and followed the assistant's instructions like it was just another corporate project ribbon-cutting ceremony.

As they recited their vows to the priest, Kelvin felt disdainful inside. If these verbal promises were effective, why would there be divorce laws? He only agreed to marry Cheyenne because of his grandfather's pressure and Lawrence family's persistence.

Kelvin considered himself emotionally deficient; he couldn't feel love for anyone including his parents or even his grandfather who had been with him for years. And now he was forced into marriage with a woman he didn't choose.

After quickly exchanging rings, Kelvin roughly kissed Cheyenne on the lips in front of everyone to signal that the ceremony was over.

Kelvin saw off all of his friends one by one before returning to change out of this ridiculous outfit back into something more comfortable in the bedroom.

A gracefully shaped young woman sat on the bed, her face veiled by a white scarf, leaving just a hint of her incredibly beautiful features visible.

Cheyenne, who typically chatted endlessly in his ear, was unusually quiet today. She sat on the bed, holding a bouquet of flowers, saying not a word.

Her innovative white wedding dress beautifully complemented her exquisite figure. Beneath the white veil, her shy face was filled with anticipation, waiting for his arrival.

However, when Kelvin returned, he swiftly removed the boutonniere that read "groom" and tossed it into the trash can.

As Cheyenne watched his silent gesture, her uplifted spirits sank.

"Kelvin, today is our wedding day. Can you please be a little more accommodating and at least wait until tomorrow to throw it away?"

The man's voice was cold and indifferent. "If you like Mrs. Foley's position so much, then go ahead and take it. But I do not recognize you as my wife."

After speaking, he opened the wardrobe and took out a plain black suit before walking towards the door.

Cheyenne saw the trend of him leaving and didn't care about etiquette anymore. She jumped out of bed barefoot and grabbed his sleeve.

The other hand quickly lifted the veil of her wedding dress, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that took one's breath away even with light makeup.

With a hint of anger in her almond-shaped eyes, she eventually softened and looked at him pitifully. "I beg you, please don't leave today? Old Mr. Foley and Grandpa are still outside, I don't want to make them sad."

She knew that the person Kelvin liked was not her, but Cheyenne came to marry into the Foley family with the goal of making him fall in love with her.

As soon as Kelvin heard her threatening him with her grandfather, his mind cleared from the brief spell of her beauty and he was disgusted with his own behavior. He swatted away her small hand.

"Cheyenne, you are such a hypocrite. You want me to stay and sleep with you but use your grandfather as an excuse. If you're so desperate for a man, why don't you go to the Vintage Club?"

The Vintage Club is Akloit's most luxurious club and also the best place for wealthy people to seek happiness.

It includes bars, hot springs, billiards, golf courses, hotels and a bunch of prostitutes willing to make money.

He actually indicated that she was a prostitute. A hint of sadness quickly flashed across her beautiful and charming face, and her small hand that was pulling his sleeve slowly dropped.

Cheyenne turned around and walked towards the wedding bed, holding her plain white dress. "You go ahead, I'll handle this myself."

"If Grandpa asks, I'll say your company is busy."

She was particularly petite under this fluffy white wedding dress, with slender shoulders and a lonely back view.

Kelvin looked away and snorted, "Don't think I'll be grateful to you."

As the man left, holding onto his black suit, he slammed the door shut with a resounding thud. It was as if he wanted to remind Cheyenne that all of this was her own doing.

He didn't immediately turn around and leave. He stood at the doorway for several seconds, listening to the muffled sobs coming from inside the room. They echoed in his ears like a curse.

Kelvin felt irritated. He didn't like this woman one bit, but hearing her cry made him feel strange inside.

Without thinking too much about it, he changed into different clothes and headed off to work.

Just as he sat down at his desk, he received an international call from Abbie's caretaker.

Abbie had fallen ill and fainted. She was currently lying in intensive care and wanted to see Kelvin one last time before she passed away.

He went straight to Metshire without telling his grandfather because of how tight his schedule was. As for Cheyenne, she wasn't worthy enough to receive any news about Kelvin's whereabouts or plans.

However, what Kelvin didn't know was that while on the plane ride over there, Abbie had called Cheyenne.

"Miss Lawrence," Abbie said over the phone line. "Firstly, I want to congratulate you on your marriage."

Cheyenne sat on the wedding bed still wearing her wedding dress and waiting for Kelvin's return from work.

Since last night, she hadn't eaten anything; it was already three o'clock in the afternoon and she felt dizzy from hunger.

An unfamiliar voice came through on her phone line which she answered subconsciously; it turned out be someone who she despised more than anything else in this world.

"Thank you Abbie," Cheyenne replied hastily, trying not show any weakness or vulnerability in front of someone who could hurt her so easily. "Do you need something? If not, then I'm really busy right

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Abbie laughed heartily twice before exposing Cheyenne's lie outright. "Are you sure Kelvin is with you, Miss Lawrence? I have a slight cold right now. Kelvin worries about me being alone here by myself, hence he will come see me... I believe at this point he should be on board."

Her gentle voice sounded like a knife plunged into Cheyenne's heart, causing blood gushing out uncontrollably.