FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)

Chapter 17 Our Wedding Day

Today is our wedding day. In a five star luxury hotel. With all the beauty out. The most beautiful guarantee, a festive and full of mature preparation by the Wedding Organizer.

12 February. Historic date in my life and Herdilan Firlando.

Saying kabul with a single breath, then in prayer witnesses including marriage guardians of relatives and relatives. Now we are legal husband and wife.

Delan signed a brown wedding book. While I'm the green wedding book.

Not a word came out of his lips. So did I. Only a smile graced whenever our relatives and friends flirted and took us pictures.

We are like kings and queens. Luxurious dress and beautiful tuxedo. Seeing the envy of many pairs of eyes.

Hands joined together, smiles intertwined. But...what about the heart?

I'm actually very happy. At the age of 22 years, someone has married. My husband is no ordinary person either. In addition to young and the same age, Delan is also the son of a respected person. Tajir twisting, rich from birth.

Which other delights do you lie about?

Delan is also handsome. At the beginning I misjudged. It turned out that my husband had a community that was almost entirely female fans.

Delan is an art mural artist. And I also only found out after half an hour he said a sacred promise.

His fellow community members were invited to our magnificent wedding. Even their video content is viral directly on the community's tik tok account.

I just smiled shyly without knowing my identity and also my husband's previous activities.

Everything I don't know about Herdilan Firlando, like God is open to me.

Such is.

Until the party ends at 7 p.m. And I was taken directly to the luxurious house of Mama Tasya's family.

Really like an incredible cupid princess. I gaped at the sight of how Delan's house was like such a magnificent palace.

Even Dad and my mother are not stopping to spread a smile of relief because the only princess has a husband not just anyone.

The living room is very cozy. Make all the relatives who took us down to the beautiful dream of climbing the king's palace.

Me, I can only swallow saliva.

Between dreams but real. Between disbelief and reality. Even my eyes seem to not want to blink because they are spoiled by the beauty that is in front of the eyes.

"Bring Viona to the room, Lan! Take breaks. Vio must be tired because these two days you are the most beautiful king and queen in the universe!" mama Tasya said a little teasing Delan and Viona.

Horrified to be the son-in-law of the rich. I'm afraid I did a little wrong, could be depak very easily. Hixes.

Delan helped me lift the tail of the long dress. Occasionally he corrected if the brocade lace of my wedding dress was on the floor of the stairs.

I stared at his handsome face that was shining brightly through the crystal lamp of his original home.

My husband looks so handsome! I murmured in my heart.

I'm honestly very scared. This heart feels bad. The fact that I am now a wife and daughter-in-law of a high class person.

Realize yourself who I am. Only an ordinary girl is lucky to be lured by a handsome young man who does not like to show off wealth.

I am ashamed of myself too. Had to look down on Delan because of her cute makeup.

It is likely that he deliberately looked so that no one knew the status of his caste and treasure.

And it turns out that maybe I was looked at 'humiliated' by Delan as well because my initial assessment was not good on him. Maybe Delan approved of this marriage also on the basis of covering up the disgrace of his family that was almost publicly revealed.

I really don't hate Delan for his looks. It's all a misunderstanding. Because I keep my distance from all my male friends.

I've been doing that since I was a teenager. Because both Dad and Mom always pegged me for something that they standardized.

Namely, don't know a man before I can make Mom's father happy. Including high school values and also a proud class ranking.

That's why I always stay away from male friends. Because in my eyes and mind, 'playing' with them will actually distract and focus me on school lessons.

But does Delan understand me acting out at the beginning of our introduction? Should I explain everything so that Delan can understand the real me? Should I tell her all that to raise her eyes on me?

Hhh... I can only take my short breath. Made Delan look at me.

"You tired? May I help?" tanyanya slow.

I don't understand the question.

Help what?

But suddenly this body was directly in a bridal-style sling in a Korean drama made me squeak and immediately closed my lips that gaped wide.

"Don't scream! They're watching us, Vio! Play well!" half a whisper.

So this is the play?

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