Craving For a Sexy Wife

The plane arrived at Washington Dulles International Airport overnight and the next day, I found myself at the wedding hotel.

Following Zoey's advice, I donned a simple, light-colored dress and minimal makeup. I took her arm and together, we walked into Julian's wedding.

The wedding was held in a magnificent, high-end and elegant five-star hotel, the kind that ordinary people would never visit a few times in their lives. Some people even might never set foot here in their entire lives.

Zoey walked beside me and grumbled about Julian's lavish spending on another woman. At the same time, she also complained that my ex now had a successful career at such a young age.

After all, Julian's company was just starting a couple of years before, so it seemed unlikely he could afford such extravagance on his own.

I chose to remain silent amidst her murmurs and did not say a word. Two years had passed since our break-up and his life was no longer my concern. Now, I was just another guest attending Julian's wedding.

That was what I thought before I stepped inside. However, nothing could have prepared me for the scene that unfolded before me as I entered the hall.

Soft music filled the air and the dreamy pink decor transformed the space into a land of fantasy that was undeniably built for someone's lovely princess.

Indeed, it was designed by Julian for his beautiful bride.

At the same time, rows of waiters moved among the guests with trolleys, displaying impeccable and professional manners and clearly trained to a very high standard.

Delicacies from land and sea, exquisite champagnes and decadent desserts were all displayed.

This wedding was a testament to immense wealth and power. It far surpassed any family weddings I had attended before. I had never seen such a magnificent design and meticulous arrangement.

It spoke volumes about how deep Julian's dedication to his beloved wife was.