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!"

went on, with Wilfred answering question after

when the bridesmaids ran out of questions, Yvette beamed and announced, "Congratulations! You passed the

block him again. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she said,

a long table from nowhere. On it sat a stack

with written promises, leaving a blank

then onto the papers, one after another. Their speed left Wilfred no

the final sheet, something seemed

this?" Wilfred

bridesmaids said nothing, increasing the pressure on his hand to stamp the

a fist as he turned to

it?"

Yvette chuckled before speaking

grin, "It's a contract promising doubled year-end bonuses. What do

laughter. Even Wilfred's own groomsmen turned against him, joining

to press it onto

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caused such a ruckus in the bridal suite, it felt like

for the fear of delaying the wedding ceremony, Karina thought they might

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