Chapter 1203
No.1
The entire wedding had been a reluctant concession, forced by the baby.
Now, it was likely the child wasn't even Alexander's!
The Whitmores were nearly tricked into accepting this shameful woman.
They almost agreed to raise another man's child!
Madam Whitmore, incensed, stormed forward and delivered another stinging slap to Victoria's face.
"You shameless, vile creature!"
"How could you do this to Alexander? How dare you force him into this?"
"I have never encountered such a filthy, deceitful woman in all my life!"
"You are not worthy of this wedding gown!"
No.2
In a blind fury, Madam Whitmore grabbed the delicate fabric of the gown.
She tore at it with all her strength, ripping it apart.
Victoria's ears rang from the force of the blows.
Twin red handprints bloomed across her cheeks.
Her beautiful, expensive wedding gown was shredded, exposing half her body.
The crowd erupted. Camera flashes exploded like relentless lightning.
Reporters scrambled, capturing every humiliating second.
Victoria's world spun, tilting into a chaotic, blurry nightmare.
Everything was crashing down. She was losing control.
No.3
Thud.
A wave of dizziness overwhelmed her.
The sheer chaos, the crushing shame, it was too much.
Victoria collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
But her fainting spell did nothing to quell Madam Whitmore's wrath.
She moved to strike the unconscious woman again.
Finally snapping out of their stupor, the Montgomerys surged forward.
Eleanor rushed to intervene, blocking the path.
"Enough! You've beaten her senseless! What more do you want?"
No.4
“We will provide a full explanation to everyone after this.”
“No, we will announce everything to the world. The entire truth!”
With that, Isabella ordered the bodyguards. “Come. Carry her out immediately.”
They placed Victoria on a white stretcher.
The once radiant Victoria, in her stunning wedding gown, now lay completely unconscious.
Her dress was torn in several places.
Isabella found a black suit jacket and draped it over her.
It looked like they were covering a corpse.
Who could have predicted this?
No.5
Just moments ago, she was the dazzling center of attention, touching the hearts of everyone present.
Now she was being carried out like this.
Theodore Montgomery coughed violently. His entire body shook with rage.
“Investigate this! Launch a full investigation right now!”
The Montgomery family swiftly obeyed, helping him leave the chaotic wedding scene.
Alexander remained frozen on the stage.
He stared in the direction Victoria had been taken, his chest feeling like it might explode.
He truly believed Victoria loved him.
All her mistakes, he thought, were made because of that love. For him.
No.6
He never imagined she would sleep with Harrison.
The woman he loved. The woman he was about to marry.
She had been with Harrison.
Harrison approached him anxiously, then dropped to his knees with a heavy thud.
“Mr. Whitmore, it was all my fault! Not Ms. Kensington’s! I was drugged...”
Alexander glared at him with icy coldness.
His mind raced, connecting all the pieces.
He remembered how Harrison often asked about Victoria. He always urged Alexander to treat her better.
The signs were there all along.
No.7
They had made a complete fool out of him.
His fists clenched. He punched Harrison squarely in the face.
Again. And again.
The blows were brutal, relentless.
Someone finally intervened, pulling Alexander away before he caused serious injury.
Isabella watched the unfolding chaos.
A faint, untraceable chill flickered in her eyes.
She turned and left, a victor exiting the stage.
This scene felt hauntingly familiar.