Chapter 13
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With a deafening crash, Wilson hurled a priceless vase across the room.
The crowd fell silent, staring at the shattered porcelain with wide eyes.
But one man stepped forward, his face twisted with contempt.
"So the great Wilson Spencer forbids us to speak? Since your tastes run to the macabre, we wouldn't want to offend. Keep our gifts.
After all, on such a joyous day, isn't your happiness what matters?
Though perhaps we should have brought spirit money instead of real cash? When attending a corpse bride's wedding, one should follow the proper customs, right?"
His words triggered another wave of laughter.
The laughter died instantly when the vase struck the speaker's head.
Before he could react, Wilson was on him, kicking him repeatedly until he curled into a whimpering ball.
"You thought I wouldn't touch you? My wife is fine—she's getting ready, putting on her wedding dress. I appreciate everyone's concern. Now sit down and prepare to celebrate our union."
I watched from nearby, a bitter smile twisting my lips.
I wondered what his face would look like when he finally saw "me."
Would he be as "surprised" as I was when I discovered his betrayal?
