My Fiance Chose His Manipulative Ex, I Chose My Protective Husband

In the morning.

I finally regained my senses after having a rest for a whole night. When the makeup artist arrived, I had already gathered my energy and stood in the living room.

I was going to meet my groom today, so of course, I couldn't be listless.

At ten o'clock, the wedding car took me to the hotel on time.

As for why the groom didn’t come to pick me up, the only word was busy.

It was almost twelve o'clock and the guests began to whisper to each other.

"Why hasn't Matteo come yet?"

"The wedding is not going to be canceled, is it?"

My looked at me anxiously.

"Jeanette, why don't you call and rush Matteo again, the auspicious time is just around the corner?"

I smiled and said calmly, "Mom, the groom will be here in a few minutes, no need to rush him."

My mother nodded and looked at the entrance helplessly.

The moment the clock pointed to twelve, the door slowly opened and a tall figure walked towards me holding a bouquet of flowers.

The sunlight behind him enveloped him in a peaceful halo.

The emcee's voice immediately echoed through the hall.

"Let us congratulate Mr. Stanley York and Ms. Jeanette Evans."

Flower petals were falling from the sky, more and more and the hall was floating in a sea of ​​flowers.

"Jeanette, do you like it? I hope I, as the groom, don't disappoint you."

I looked at his handsome face with a smile. His eyes were particularly bright today.

"Sure, I like it!"

Everyone looked at us in surprise and whispered to each other.

"Wait, what's going on? Isn't the groom Matteo Owen? Why is the groom Stanley York?"

"That's right, Jeanette has been fond of Matteo for several years, how could she suddenly marry someone else?"

At this moment, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open again and Matteo, who had arrived late, stood at the door with Lenoir's arm in arm.

Matteo was wearing a black groom's suit and Lenoir was wearing a white wedding gown. If you didn't know, you would think they were getting married today.

Seeing me holding Stanley's arm and standing side by side, Matteo's face turned pale in an instant and the bouquet in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

The emcee's voice sounded.

"Now please let the groom kiss the bride!"

Under Matteo's incredulous gaze, I took the initiative to stand on tiptoe, hooked my arms around Stanley's neck and gave him a deep kiss.

Matteo's face turned pale instantly. He staggered back a step, his eyes full of disbelief. He stared closely at the hand of me and Stanley holding each other.

"Jeanette, you...."

Just then, his mobile phone started ringing frantically.

"Mr. Owen, I have good news for you. Frederic Lynch, the richest man who has been cooperating with us, has woken up."