The day Be eagerly awaits has finally arrived—Harper and Sean’s wedding day.

    Standing in the front walk-in closet, Be rechecks her appearance in the mirror.

    For this special asion, she chose a unique, custom-made navy blue wrap dress that falls to her knees to conceal her size fourteen. Although she has achieved significant weight loss, she still feels she has not reached her ideal size, six or eight.

    Her ink-ck hair hangs down her back, and she adorns herself with a pretty ne featuring a pink diamond that matches her wedding ring. She slips on glittering gold stilettos that coordinate perfectly with her small clutch toplete her appearance.

    Be didn’t use makeup too much, but she only used a thin skin cushion and rose-colored lipstick.

    Feeling prepared, Be nces over at Tristan, seated on the sofa, looking Godly handsome in his tuxedo.

    "Hubby, how do I look? Do I seem to fit in with this, or do I look like I’m double my size in your eyes?" she asks, eagerly awaiting his response. "I just need your honest opinion...please!"

    Tristan smiles as he rises from his seat, taking a moment to assess her from head to toe.

    "How do I look?" Be prompts, growing impatient.

    "Are you sure you can walk in those high heels? We might be standing for most of the party," Tristan expresses concern. He thinks she looks beautiful in her heels, but he doesn’t want her to be ufortable.

    Be was rendered speechless. She asked about her dress, but hemented on her heels.

    Gosh!

    "No worries; I can handle it. But I only ask you to rate my dress." Be didn’t usually like wearing high heels. Still, today, she wanted to wear a beautiful stiletto for her best friend’s wedding.

    Tristan stood before her, tilting his head to scan her dress again before meeting her beautiful gray eyes.

    "My wife, you look perfect. Even if you still haven’t achieved the ideal weight, you alwaysin about it," he said with a smile, noting her re. "But with this kind of dress, I can’t see the difference; you look so HOT with your sexy curves."

    Be let out a deep sigh of relief at his words.

    "Thank you, hubby. I feel more confident now after hearing yourpliment."

    "But, dear... something was bothering me when I saw you in this dress," Tristan said, his expression slowly turning thoughtful.

    "Huh!? What is it?" Be asked worriedly, ncing in the mirror to check for any ws in her dress. After scanning for a few seconds, she saw nothing wrong.

    "Your cleavage is too revealing. Can you cover it up? It kind of bothers me if other people see it..." he said with a tense expression, causing Be to stifle augh.

    "Alright, I will..." Be replied, entering the walk-in closet again to find a small pin. She agreed with him; her breasts still lookedrge because she was breastfeeding their babies.

    ...

    Not long after,

    After Tristan and Be briefly spoke with Dax and her mother in the living room, they excused themselves to go. They needed to move quickly so they could mingle with other guests before the ceremony started.

    However, when Be arrived in the front yard, she was surprised to see a handsome man in a tuxedo leaning against the Maybach parked behind Tristan’s car.

    Be clenched her fists, trying to suppress her frustration. Over the past two days, she attempted to reach out to him unsessfully. She didn’t understand why he was suddenly avoiding her.

    "Jeez... Jack Foster. You finally show up..." Be approached him, narrowing her eyes as if trying to read his thoughts.

    Jack ignored her irritation and smiled,plimenting her, "Wow! You look so stunning, Be."

    Be was momentarily speechless and was not even ttered by Jack’spliment.

    "Tristan Sinir," Jack said, gazing at Tristan, "You are so lucky to have this beautifuldy. I envy you, man!"

    "Thanks..." Tristan replied with a smile while taking Be’s hand. He tries to lessen her annoyance.

    "Jack, get in the car!" Leo suddenly appeared from the vehicle behind Jack’s car. "We’ll bete if we dy any longer."

    "Ah, my bad..." Jack waved at Leo before turning back to Be. "My pretty friend, we’re runningte. We’ll talkter, alright?" he said as he opened the car door for himself. But before he entered, Be spoke again.

    "Don’t do anything crazy in there, Jack Foster!" Be warned him. She had already texted him that morning; she would be furious if he caused chaos at Harper’s wedding ceremony.

    Jack smiled at Be and gently tapped the top of her head.

    "Tsk tsk... You have a wild imagination, Be. I promise I won’t do anything stupid. Trust me—" he said before stepping into the car.

    "My darling wife, let’s go. Leo is right; we will bete if we stay here," Tristan said, leading her to the car.

    Soon, three cars left the house and sped towards the wedding ceremony venue.

    Along the way, Be couldn’t shake her concerns about Jack’s attitude. He appeared calm and cheerful, but there was a hint of sadness in his gaze—something she rarely saw from him.

    "Darling, just rx. Trust him; he won’t do anything foolish. Just remind him that if he tries anything, he risks losing hispany, RDF Group…" Tristan reassured her, taking her hand and cing it on hisp.

    Be looked at Tristan with a faint smile, though a trace of worry lingered in her eyes.

    "I know Jack; he won’t jeopardize hispany for anything, especially not for this," Tristan continued to reassure her.

    "I’ll make sure to remind him of that!" Be agreed. As they arrived at the hotel, she felt convinced that Jack wouldn’t risk theirpany’s reputation by causing a scene at someone else’s wedding to steal a bride.

    It would be amusing if his face ended up in the gossip columns on the inte, right?

    Be chuckled at the thought of numerous headlines about Jack Foster attempting to steal Harper.