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!"

interrogation went on, with Wilfred answering question after question

out of questions, Yvette beamed and

take one step closer, only to block him again. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she said, "But words alone aren't enough. What if you go

cue, the bridesmaids brought out a long table from nowhere. On it sat a stack of papers and a pot of red

promises, leaving a blank space in the bottom corner

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

they reached the final

a second-what's this?"

said nothing, increasing the pressure on his

fist as he turned to Yvette. "This was your

it?"

Yvette chuckled before speaking

a contract promising doubled year-end bonuses. What do you all

erupted in laughter. Even Wilfred's own groomsmen turned

grabbing his hand to press

*

the bridal suite, it felt like it

ceremony, Karina thought they might have ended up tearing the entire room

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