A rich man invited his "poor" ex-wife to his lavish wedding to embarrass her. - phuongthao

"Who is she?"

"Is she famous?"

"Is she royalty?

" Jonathan stopped breathing. He knew that face. More refined. More radiant.

More imposing. It was Emma. But she wasn't alone.

Emma turned and opened the other door. Two little girls came out. Twins.

She was about five years old. They wore white dresses, with soft curls framing their faces like angels.

And their faces… Jonathan's family gasped. The resemblance was undeniable. Same eyes. Same nose. Same expressions. They were his children.

Emma took both girls by the hand and began walking toward the altar. Each click of her heels echoed like a blow to Jonathan's chest.

No security guard dared to stop her. She stopped in the middle of the aisle and looked directly at Jonathan, whose face had turned ghostly pale.

"Emma?"

he whispered, his voice trembling.

"Is it really you?"

Emma smiled calmly.

"Hi, Jonathan. Thank you for inviting me. You told me to wear my best dress, right? I just followed your instructions."

Jonathan's finger trembled as he pointed toward the children.

“And… who are they?”

“They’re Lily and Lucy,” Emma replied calmly. “Your daughters. The ones I was carrying when you threw me out like I was nothing.” The guests erupted in whispers.

“Was she pregnant?”

“Did he abandon her while she was pregnant?”

At that moment, Vanessa arrived at the entrance, furious that her moment in the spotlight had been stolen.

“Jonathan!” she shouted. “Who is this woman? And why are there children here?! Get them out! This is MY wedding!”

Jonathan looked from Vanessa to Emma.

Then to the twins.

His thoughts shifted instantly.

Emma was rich.

Emma was gorgeous.

Emma had given him heirs.