She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 647: Master Omari Is Cuckolded

Excited about the upcoming exploration of the forest the next day, Cheyenne found it difficult to fall asleep.

However, when she thought about the baby growing inside her, she glanced at her slightly protruding belly and furrowed her brows.

Since becoming pregnant, she felt like her waist had become thicker than before. She cursed under her breath, feeling the urge to get rid of it. But then she reconsidered; giving birth seemed quite painful. Oh well, she would carry it for now. Time to sleep.

Under the pale and bleak moonlight, there was another person who felt upset.

At the Lara mansion, it was the eve of Master Omarin's wedding. The entire mansion was brightly lit, as if it were daytime. Despite it being past one in the morning, the servants were still bustling around.

A senior butler in a black tailcoat directed several maids to decorate the house.

"And you two, go... check for any remaining dust and inspect everything again. We can't afford to have any missing items."

"Yes, sir."

After receiving the instructions, the maids retreated while murmuring complaints under their breath and yawning.

"These wealthy families are truly something else. Even organizing a wedding is so complicated."

The response came from another slightly plump young maid who was biting her finger, her gaze already dulled from exhaustion. "Exactly, we've been preparing for half a year. If it weren't for Master Omarin's runaway last time, we wouldn't have to do so much repetitive work."

Suddenly, the third maid among them sighed, evoking empathy from the others.

"Who would want to marry a woman like Miss Weaver? Master Omarin is truly pitiful."

"You're right."

"I think that sometimes, being wealthy isn't necessarily a good thing."

Compared to Master Omarin, who was about to marry a promiscuous woman he didn't love, their torment was only physical.

Moreover, the Lara family was a prestigious lineage in Onistead. With Master Omari's wedding being such a grand occasion, the maids could expect to receive cash.

As they excitedly speculated about the amount of the cash, a "clang" sound suddenly echoed through the dark garden.

A deflated beer bottle fell from mid-air, landing precisely in the garden's ornamental fountain.

Upon closer inspection under the light, they noticed over a dozen empty bottles floating on the water's surface.

The three of them were startled and instinctively looked up.

The room on the second floor had no lights on, pitch black and difficult to see clearly.

Only one street lamp in the garden cast its light on the shadows of the trees, illuminating the intricate veins of each leaf with a green glow.

The green light pierced through the forest, landing on a particular silhouette.

It was Master Omari!

He stood with his back to the window, one long leg stretched out on the ground while the other was bent at the knee.

One hand rested on his knee, while the other held a new beer bottle as he tilted his head back to continue drinking.

The green light fell on his disheveled long hair, making it shine in the dark night like the leaves-radiating green.

This scene inexplicably evoked a sense of heartache.

"Indeed, even if life can go on, it's still painful to have such an unfaithful wife."

Her companion nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Mm-hmm, mm-hmm."

She felt such deep pity for Master Omari that she couldn't find the words to express it.

After the three of them left, another crisp and loud "plop" sound rang out in the darkness. This sound was different from the previous one.

It seemed there was still half a bottle of alcohol left.

The man's hoarse and deep voice carried by the chilly wind traveled far, sounding both submissive and heart-wrenching. "Cheyenne!"

"Cheyenne... I'm getting married, but I miss you so much..."

Separated by a door, Leon paused, his gaze complex as he peered through the crack in the doorway at the scene inside.

Marrying someone you don't love is like burying your soul in a grave.

He had experienced such pain and torment too.

But he had endured it for several decades. He hoped Omari could adapt and recover soon.

"Father, we have only four hours left until the wedding procession. What should we do about Omari's drunken state?"

Hayden's cold and stern voice resonated outside the door as he also saw his younger brother in a state of despair inside the room.

At this moment, he appeared just as miserable as a stray dog, devoid of the elegance befitting a top-notch lawyer.

A faint glint flashed in his eyes, disappearing in an instant.

Leon took a deep breath, leaning on his cane at the door as he let out a long sigh. Bitterly, he spoke, "He's feeling sad. Let him be."

"As for tomorrow morning's wedding

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instead of Omari? We can explain to the Weaver family that he's not feeling well, and he'll definitely be present for the formal exchange of rings."

Let him replace his brother for the wedding procession?

Hayden's scalp tightened at the thought. Would the Weaver family agree to this absurd decision?

But his father was favoring Omari, and he couldn't refuse this proposal.

"Fine."

Only then did Leon turn to look at

he noticed

him, and in that moment, eldest

that his obedient and capable eldest son had a few strands of gray hair at his temples.

In this moment, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

He patted Hayden's shoulder with his large hand, silently comforting and appreciating his ability to see the bigger picture.

"No matter when, you're the one who puts my mind at ease the most. This family will still rely on you in the future."

"How are you getting along with Miss Davidson lately?"

This family relying on him?

Hayden felt a profound sense of irony.

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In the past, his father cared more about that woman outside, and even when they were forced apart, he used work as an excuse to avoid coming home.

Later, that woman died.

His mother gave in, allowing Omari to be admitted into the Lara family, and only then did his father come back to them.

He thought this was a fresh start, but it turned out to be the worst situation.

Before Omari came, his father only had him as a son.

Even though his parents had a strained relationship, his father would find time to help him with his homework and take him on business trips.

But after Omari arrived, this rebellious and disobedient teenager became the one his father constantly praised.

When he didn't want to study in the country, he was immediately sent abroad.

When he didn't want to endure the family's disdain due to his illegitimate status, he was allowed to stand on his own.

When he didn't want to take over the company, he had to be grateful and thank his younger brother for giving up this precious opportunity.

But he was the eldest son of the Lara family.

The legitimate eldest son.

Why did he need a "gift" from an illegitimate child?

All of this rightfully belonged to him, Hayden.