My Fiancé and His Best Friend Got Drunk-Married Chapter 09

My Fiancé and His Best Friend Got Drunk-Married Chapter 09

The ceremony had reached its most critical moment.

The MC spoke in a calm, solemn tone, “Miss Jones, do you take Mr. Wright as your husband, in wealth or poverty, in sickness or health, to love and respect him, to stand by him for life?”

The room fell silent. Every eye was on me.

“I do.” My voice was clear, steady, without the slightest hesitation.

“No—!!!” Harrison’s eyes were red, fixed on me. “Emily! I won’t allow it! You’re mine! You’re going with me today!”

He tried to rush the altar but was stopped within a few steps by a group of agile security personnel.

“Let go! Do you know who I am?”

His expensive suit was torn and disheveled; not a trace of his usual composure remained.

“Emily! Look at me! I’m the one you’re supposed to marry! Alexander! Let her go!”

The elder Wright family members frowned slightly, but their expressions remained calm.

Clearly, they were prepared for such contingencies.

Then, a white figure suddenly charged from the side. Chloe.

She had changed back into her wedding dress.

She pushed to the front, holding her phone high toward the guests, shouting, “Everyone! Today’s a misunderstanding! I am Harrison’s bride!”

“Look! Harrison and I have already registered our marriage!”

“Look at this woman!” Her finger trembled as she pointed at me. “She’s the third party who tried to steal someone else’s husband! I caught her, and only then did she remarry!”

She turned the phone toward the MC, the Wright family elders, even the surrounding guests.

On the screen was a photo of a marriage certificate, open to the official page.

“Emily! You’re just a pitiful fraud! Marrying Mr. Wright to get revenge? Pathetic!”

“Even with the Wright family behind you, you can’t change the fact that you’re a mistress! You’re a joke forever!”

The room erupted. Eyes darted between Chloe’s phone and me, disbelief spreading.

My parents’ faces drained of color, shock, fear, or anger, I couldn’t tell.

Everyone’s attention was on the Wright family, waiting for a reaction, waiting for me to break.

Chloe held her head high, ready for what she thought would be her ultimate triumph.

But the first to react wasn’t the Wright family, or me.

It was Harrison.

“Chloe! Shut up! Stop lying!” he shouted, still restrained by security.

“I’m not lying!” Chloe’s voice rose, phone still raised. “You won’t even admit I’m your wife?!”

“It’s fake! A stunt from the bar! Not real!” Harrison’s words spilled out uncontrolled.

He could not admit it, not here, not on Wright family territory, not in front of Emily.

“If it’s a stunt, check the public records.” Alexander, who had been silent, finally spoke.

He leaned slightly toward an assistant and whispered a few words.

The assistant nodded and swiftly left.

Harrison and Chloe were promptly escorted out of the hall.

The MC raised his voice, “Please remain quiet. Let us continue the ceremony.”