The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2090

The luxurious, romantic carriage came to a graceful stop on the red carpet outside the church.

The Thompson brothers, along with Arnold, Steven, and Ian, were already waiting, each with a joyful expression, scattering rose petals into the bright blue sky.

They all seemed like knights for the princess, simply standing there in two perfect lines, creating a breathtaking scene that could steal the spotlight in any photograph.

Falling petals became poetry, and birds flew across the sky.

With the tiara on, Carrie looked every bit like a princess of the world, while the handsome men before her appeared as her loyal knights.

"The bride is truly stunning." Axel could not help but exclaim.

"She really is. Ryan is one lucky guy!" Arnold remarked. His fox-like eyes watched with envy.

"I should attend more weddings like this. When it's my turn, I'll have plenty of ideas and won't be caught off guard."

Axel captured every detail of the scene in his mind. As he thought of his own plans, a small smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Ax, does that mean your big day is approaching, too?" Arnold asked, his expression lighting up with excitement.

"Yes, I've started planning it." Axel then leaned in close to whisper, "Dude, don't let this slip out. I want to surprise my Roza."

"My lips are sealed. I'll stop being a Larson if even one word gets out!"

"Of course, you're no longer a Larson. You're a Thompson now," Axel teased with a grin.

and his previously calm face

the bride's father, stood in the center of the red carpet, dressed sharply in a suit, ready to escort his daughter down

regimen for two months.

he would not embarrass

was still quite weak. Even the simple act of lifting her skirt and stepping out of the carriage made her

who carried her down from the

help but feel

took his arm as they prepared to

not resist looking back. Her eyes glistened

stature as upright as a towering tree, Justin stood firmly behind Carrie. Unfazed by the storms of life,

warmth, tears glistening at the corners of

to be married had already tugged at his heartstrings

were his own

surged through Justin's chest. He quickly shook his head, refusing to let his thoughts

he thought about having children, he always

accompanying them, the Salvador father and daughter pair slowly made their way

his side, Nigel watched as his granddaughter prepared to walk down the aisle. His heart swelled with a mix of emotions, and tears of pride and sentiment streamed

tall and handsome groom. Ryan gazed intently at his bride as she slowly walked toward him. Under his elegant suit, his

when he opened them again, the image of his beloved was

streamed down his face without warning. Yet his brows and eyes

stepped forward

you better treat my daughter well. You'd better spoil her rotten." Gregory smiled fondly as he placed his daughter's hand into the man's burning palm. "I know it's

Dad. I promise I will," Ryan replied, his gaze warm, deep,

full of love, as they