As Karina expected to coax a bit more out of Wilfred through the cracked door, he suddenly teamed up with his groomsmen, and together they pushed hard, forcing their way inside.

Even though it hadn't been long since they last saw each other, seeing him now in this setting felt completely different.

Dressed to the nines, holding a bouquet, and surrounded by a crowd cheering him on, Wilfred took one step at a time toward her. Karina's heart began to race.

Yvette stepped forward, blocking Wilfred's path with a playful smirk. "You think you can take our Karina this easily? Not a chance!"

With a snap of her fingers, the bridesmaids joined her, speaking in unison, "After you're married, who controls the finances?"

Wilfred glanced at Karina and confidently replied, "My wife does!"

The bridesmaids continued, "And who gets the final say at home?"

"Her, of course!"

Laughter filled the room, but the questions kept coming.

"Who's doing the housework?"

"I will!"

Wilfred answering question after question

bridesmaids ran out of questions, Yvette beamed and announced,

Wilfred take one step closer, only to block him again. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye,

from nowhere. On it sat a stack of papers and

was filled with written promises, leaving a blank space in the bottom

onto the papers, one after another. Their speed left Wilfred no time to even glance at the contents. He could

they reached the final

second-what's this?" Wilfred asked

increasing the pressure on his hand

forming a fist as he turned to Yvette.

it?"

Yvette chuckled before speaking

promising doubled year-end bonuses. What do you all think? Should

Wilfred's own groomsmen turned against him, joining the

hand to press it

*

a ruckus in the bridal suite, it felt like

of delaying the wedding ceremony, Karina thought they

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