I was in full bridal dress when he crashed the ceremony.
"Elena! Do you dare let everyone here see your true face?"
His voice instantly sparked whispers through the crowd.
"Who is this guy?"
"What's his relationship with the bride?"
"Could he be the ex-husband? I heard she's been married before!"
Andrew stood there in a suit, cold sneer on his face.
"I am indeed Elena's ex-husband."
He stepped forward and greeted Old Mr. Baxter with exaggerated respect.
"Our families have done business together—we're old acquaintances."
"I couldn't bear to watch the Baxters get conned by a woman like Elena, so I had no choice but to interrupt your son's wedding." His voice rose. "I'm here to expose her true face—this marriage is fraud!"
"She only looks this pretty because of makeup. It's all fake—her real face doesn't look like this at all."
He looked at me coldly.
"Do you dare, in front of everyone, to take off your makeup?"
I didn't move, silent for a long moment.
Andrew smiled, certain of himself. "I knew you wouldn't dare, Elena."
"A con artist like you—divorced, secondhand goods—how are you worthy of marrying the Baxter family's crown prince?"
"I suggest you admit your scheme and stop the act, otherwise—"