?<strong>Chapter 83:</strong>


    The next day, as Elyse and Jayden made their way to the wedding venue, they noticed a roadside advertisement featuring Shaun and Tracy’s wedding video. Seeing how much Shaun cared for Tracy, Elyse breathed a sigh of relief, having been worried that he didn’t truly like her friend after yesterday’s events.


    Upon arriving at the wedding venue, Elyse spotted Lowell sharply dressed in a suit. Remembering his arrogance from the day before, she approached him with caution and asked, “Are you still trying to ruin the wedding?”


    Lowell, seeing her apprehensive look, casually put his hands in his pockets and replied with a sneer, “What will you do if I am here to ruin it?”


    “Then you can have a try,” Jayden responded calmly and confidently, showing no concern for Lowell’s provocations.


    “Well, look at you all on guard against me. Anyone who didn’t know better might think I’m up to no good,” Lowell shrugged. “Don’t worry. Since I lost to you yesterday, I will keep my promise.”


    Elyse remained skeptical. “Can you actually be that honorable?”


    “No, I just keep my promises,” he retorted, shing a bank card with a mysterious smile, seemingly oblivious to the distrust in Elyse’s gaze.


    Elyse’s suspicions deepened, clouding her face with worry. Jayden could tell she was nervous about the possibility of disruptions at the wedding. He reassured her, saying, “Don’t worry too much. I’m here, and I won’t let anyone ruin your best friend’s wedding.”


    Comforted by his words, Elyse felt more at ease. She pushed his wheelchair inside the venue. No sooner had they settled than two staff members approached and whispered, “Are you Miss Elyse Lloyd? The bride is in the lounge and would like to see you.”


    Elyse and Jayden made their way to the lounge, where Tracy, dressed in a stunning white wedding gown, sat waiting for them.


    Upon their arrival, Tracy greeted them with joy. “I left in such a hurry yesterday and didn’t get the chance to thank you. Thank you for your help.”


    “We’re friends. I’m just d I could help,” Elyse responded, handing Tracy the bank card, Lowell’s gift. “Keep it.”


    Tracy epted the card with a bitter smile. The evening before, her parents had been unwittingly brought back by Lowell’s people, oblivious to the fact that they had nearly been kidnapped by him. They had returned home, still chatting happily about the scenery they had seen.


    “Has Lowell left?” she asked.


    “Yes, he’s gone. He couldn’t stop the wedding. Why would he stay?” Elyse said. She paused, deciding not to mention Lowell’s strange demeanor to Tracy.


    Tracy, adjusting her mood, asked with a smile, “Elyse, could you y the violin at my wedding? I want to hold the ceremony with your blessing.”


    “Okay, no problem,” Elyse agreed readily.


    After bidding farewell to Tracy, Elyse returned to the wedding venue with Jayden. The staff had prepared a violin for her, which she tuned before walking to a small stage set up especially for her performance.


    “I’m going to y Salut d’Amour. Please enjoy it,” Elyse announced.


    She began to y, and the guests around her paused to listen, their eyes searching for the source of the music. As she yed, the lighting and background music shifted subtly.


    Shaun, dressed in a white suit and sporting a pompadour hairstyle, walked indifferently to the center of the stage. At the opposite end of the hall, the spotlight illuminated Tracy, who stood in her white wedding dress and veil, radiating happiness.


    Elyse looked on gently at her best friend, filled with wishes for her happiness. Tracy, now in the spotlight, subconsciously clenched her hem, overwhelmed by the reality of her impending marriage. She had pursued Shaun for four years, sharing her best days with him. Though their journey had been fraught with challenges, it was, in her eyes, a beautiful culmination. Today was their wedding day.


    Although Shaun’s feelings for her might not be as strong as hers were for him, Tracy believed that through her persistent love and efforts, he would grow to love her deeply in time. Her face lit up with a bright smile as she slowly approached Shaun, positioning herself next to him before the officiant.


    “Do you vow to take Tracy Bernard as yourwfully wedded wife, to cherish and love her for all the days of your life?” inquired the officiant, directing his question to Shaun.


    As the crowd held its breath in anticipation of Shaun’s answer, a sudden interruption broke the serene moment.


    “Wait!”


    A woman burst onto the scene, her stunning appearance in a white dress capturing everyone’s attention as she stared intently at the couple on stage.


    Elyse ceased her violin performance and frowned at the unexpected arrival. Shaun, are you really going to marry her and not me?” the woman asked.


    Tracy, unfamiliar with the woman, understood from her bold question that she must have shared a significant connection with Shaun. “That woman must be…”


    Realization dawned on Tracy, erasing the smile from her face and draining the color from her cheeks as she turned to Shaun with a nervous nce.


    Instead of dismissing her, Shaun furrowed his brow and addressed the woman, “Dolores, why have you returned?”


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