My Husband Divorced Me To Marry His Mistress, Thinking He Owned My Family’s Multi-million Dollar Company. He Just Found Out He’s Actually An At-will Employee. Who Should Tell Him He’s About To Get Arrested At His Own Wedding?

The Ceremony Begins

Back at the hotel, the sun had set and guests were beginning to arrive. Luxury cars dropped off their passengers at the main lobby. The guests, consisting of Damian’s business partners, Sylvia’s high society friends, and some distant relatives, began to fill the ballroom foyer.

They were amazed by the opulent decor. Food and drinks began to be served by waiters in impeccable uniforms. A melodious orchestra filled the room, creating a romantic and elegant atmosphere.

Damian and Sylvia were already at the altar, greeting guests one by one. Damian forced a smile onto his face, though his eyes darted wildly around the room, fearing a debt collector would suddenly appear and make a scene. Sylvia whispered to Damian, praising how incredible the party was and how many important guests had attended.,

Damian just nodded stiffly. He saw the hotel manager standing in a corner not far from the kitchen entrance, staring at him intently while holding a folder. Damian knew the manager was waiting for payment.

Every time their eyes met, Damian quickly looked away, pretending to be busy greeting a guest. Damian’s heart pounded to the rhythm of the accelerating music. He felt the spacious air-conditioned room suddenly become cramped and hot.

At 8:00 p.m. sharp, the main event was about to begin. The famous master of ceremonies, hired for a considerable sum, took the stage ready to guide the event. The guests were already seated at their round tables, enjoying appetizers.

The atmosphere was very festive; laughter and light conversation could be heard everywhere. No one was aware of the tension the groom was feeling. Outside the main ballroom doors, which were tightly closed, a black sedan pulled up.

A valet rushed to open the door. A pair of feet in gleaming patent leather shoes and high heels stepped out of the car. Eleanor stood tall in front of the hotel entrance, contemplating the majestic building.,

Beside her, Mr. Hayes adjusted his suit. They looked at each other for a moment and nodded. Eleanor walked forward with a firm stride.

It was not simply the arrival of a late guest; it was the beginning of the end for Damian. The enormous heavy ballroom door was the only barrier between the party full of falsehood inside and the painful truth that was about to enter.

Damian’s Speech

The wedding reception in the hotel ballroom was in full swing. The clinking of silverware against fine china created a background rhythm that accompanied the guests’ conversations. Hundreds of people from the city’s elite seemed to be enjoying the lavish banquet served on both sides of the room.

The aroma of roasted meat, sweet pastries, and fresh flowers mingled, creating a fragrance of opulence that delighted the senses. In the center of the room, a seven-tier wedding cake stood majestically, adorned with intricate sugar ornaments and handmade edible flowers. Everything seemed perfect, at least to the eyes of the guests who were unaware of the financial drama drowning the groom.,

Damian stood next to the giant cake. In one hand, he held a crystal glass with a non-alcoholic sparkling beverage that resembled expensive champagne. He looked around with mixed feelings.

On one hand, his ego was satisfied seeing so many important people at his party. There were business partners, company competitors, and Sylvia’s high society friends who had always looked down on them. That night, Damian felt he had proven himself to be a small king in his own kingdom.

However, on the other hand, the shadow of unpaid bills haunted him. He saw the hotel manager standing stiffly near the kitchen access door, his gaze never left Damian, like a jailer watching a prisoner. Damian tried to ignore that stare.

He took a sip to moisten his throat, which was dry from nerves. The master of ceremonies, a young man in an impeccable suit with a characteristic baritone voice, took the main stage. He politely requested the attention of those present.,

The background music, which had been quite loud, softened. He announced it was time for the groom to say a few words, a speech of thanks and celebration of his new life. A loud round of applause echoed throughout the hall.

Sylvia, standing next to Damian in her long, trained, sequin-filled wedding dress, nudged him while smiling broadly. She whispered to Damian to give a good speech and impress everyone. Damian nodded, straightened his tie, and walked to the microphone in the center of the altar stage.

He took a deep breath, trying to gather the remnants of his confidence. He gripped the microphone stand tightly as if it were his only lifeline at that moment. He began to speak.

His voice trembled a little at first, but gradually it became strong and confident. He greeted the guests, thanking them for their presence. Then his speech began to deviate from a simple thank you.,

Damian started to tell his success story, or rather the version he had manipulated in his own mind. He spoke of how he had built his career from scratch, working hard day and night to grow the company he now led. He painted himself as a tenacious visionary who had conquered the tough business world without anyone’s help.

The guests listened attentively. Some partners who knew the company’s history whispered among themselves, doubting Damian’s claims, but they still applauded politely. Damian was encouraged by the audience’s response.

He began to touch on a more personal topic. Without directly mentioning Eleanor, Damian began to make indirect comments about his past. He said that for years he had felt held back by a domestic environment that didn’t support his ambitions.

He described his ex-wife as a rigid figure without vision, unable to keep up with his lifestyle and forward thinking. Damian said he needed a partner who was an engine, not an anchor. He mentioned that living with someone who was not on his level, both in thought and appearance, was torture for a successful man like him.,

Sylvia, standing behind him, smiled triumphantly. She felt flattered, assuming all those implicit compliments were directed at her. Damian turned to Sylvia and held out his hand.

Sylvia approached and took Damian’s hand. Damian continued his speech, praising Sylvia to the skies. He called her a modern, intelligent, beautiful woman who understood the needs of a business leader.

Damian shouted into the microphone, saying that tonight was proof he had found his soulmate, a woman worthy of accompanying him to the pinnacle of success. He concluded his speech by inviting all the guests to raise their glasses and toast to the bright future he would build with Sylvia and his business empire.

“To a future without limits! To freedom and true success!” Damian exclaimed, his face flushed with euphoria.

The guests raised their glasses in unison and cheered. Damian felt on top of the world. For a moment, he forgot about his declined credit cards; he forgot about the leasing threat. He felt invincible.,