Betrayed by My Mother-in-Law After Emptying His Wallet

The mother-in-law proudly stepped forward and grabbed her hand. "Let me introduce you all, this is the real bride today, Julia Smith."

Julia Smith?

Isn't that the girl my mother-in-law forced Simon to go on a blind date with a few months ago?

She was said to be the CEO behind a listed company, worth billions, and had shown great interest in Simon.

But Simon had clearly rejected her in front of me. How has she now suddenly become his bride?

The wedding dress was a strapless design, tailored to my figure.

But Julia, the grand CEO of a listed company, isn't as slim as I am and even carries some weight.

Now, her flesh is squeezed in all directions by the dress, making her look as ridiculous as can be.

Yet, despite the dress constraining her to the point her face turned red, it did nothing to dampen the enthusiasm that Simon and his mother showed towards her.

I chuckled and asked Simon, "I wasn't good enough for your family? But is she?"

I haven't forgotten how back then, after Julia forcefully kissed Simon, he almost scrubbed his face raw in disgust when he got home, cursing her as a gross, fat woman.

But now, here he was, without a trace of shame, kneeling slowly before Julia with the same reverence, "I know this is sudden and has wronged you, but I can't stand being with a gold-digger anymore. I just want to settle down with a stable, kind-hearted, independent woman like you. Will you overlook the past and give me a chance?"

Julia covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes as she reached out her hand in overwhelming emotion, "I will!"

Stable and kind-hearted?

Independent woman?

I remember Simon once told me when he was chasing after me that only bright and passionate girls would forever hold his heart.

Standing there, on the brink of nausea, I gradually regained my composure.

If Julia is truly the CEO of a listed company in A City, there's no way she wouldn't know that among the guests my family invited were some of the top businesspeople and officials in A City.

Nor would she openly crash someone else's wedding, turning herself into a mistress known to all.

The audience was abuzz with whispers, and countless strange looks were cast our way.

My mother-in-law, rather than feeling ashamed, proudly declared, "Our Jones family can only accept a modern independent woman who owns a company, not someone like Jessie who just stays home living off her parents. Those who are willing to stay for the wedding, feel free to stay and enjoy. If not, you're welcome to leave!" She turned to the emcee, "Let's get started!"

Simon and Julia exchanged affectionate glances while my mother-in-law cheered them on.

At this moment, Wendy finally arrived, hurriedly leading a group of people with the hotel manager in tow.

"I'm sorry, Miss, this is our fault. This group of people claimed to be high-paid managers hired by you, replacing our staff..."

The manager kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, stumbling over his words.

The sharp guests quickly caught on.

My mother-in-law, ignoring our side, loudly berated the motionless emcee, "Did I pay you to just stand there? Did Jessie bribe you? We'll pay you double whatever she offered!"

"Pfft."

Laughter erupted from the audience.

"Does this old hag not know that this entire hotel belongs to Jessie?"

"The Jones family really is something, still brazenly scolding the emcee."

"So the Jones family married Miss Best without giving a dowry, and even the wedding is on the house. I can't stop laughing."

Hearing the murmurs, the three of them turned pale.

Simon looked at me in disbelief, "This hotel is yours. Didn't you say your family was just middle-class?"

Seeing his devastated expression, I felt a sense of relief for the first time that I had hidden my family's true circumstances.

But no matter how much I hid, I never skimped on the gifts I gave him—small ones costing a few thousand, larger ones reaching tens of thousands, and he never complained.

Changing out of my restrictive dress, I gestured for twenty hotel security guards to approach, smiling, "Since Mr. Jones and Miss Smith are having their wedding here, let's settle the bill first."

At my signal, the hotel manager approached Simon with the bill.

"One million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand? Jessie, are you out of your mind?"

Simon's mother glanced at the bill, her eyes nearly popping out.

"Please don't make baseless accusations, ma'am. Our hotel is top-notch, and this is a very reasonable price for a full hotel buyout. A prestigious family like the Jones family wouldn't want to share a venue for their wedding, right? Besides, you did mention paying double earlier. Would you like to use card or...?"

Under my sincere gaze, Simon's mother turned red, then white, and finally pitch black.

Simon himself stood like a quail, not daring to make a sound.

Seeing Simon and his mother on the verge of collapse, I turned to Julia with interest, "Surely the CEO of a listed company can afford this, right?"

Julia snorted, "Who wants to have a wedding in your hotel!"

"Oh, so you can't afford it. If you can't, then scram! Why are you pretending to be something you're not? A bunch of morons!"

"Security! Throw these idiots out, including his relatives!"

Wendy, who had been holding back, stormed onto the stage and unleashed a tirade.

Simon turned around, seemingly wanting to say something to me, but in the next second, he was lifted off the ground by security under Wendy's command and thrown out. "What a bunch of bad luck! Get lost!"