CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245: Chapter 245 The Wedding Chaos

Serena’s POV

Soon enough, Kane and Tiffany’s wedding day arrived.

The ceremony was held at Serenity Valley Manor, with New York’s elite filling the guest list. The venue was transformed into something out of a fairy tale—every detail meticulously planned and executed with no expense spared. Crystal chandeliers hung from white silk tents, while champagne roses created romantic archways throughout the grounds.

Tiffany had insisted on an outdoor ceremony, claiming it would be more romantic. The entire estate bloomed with fresh, beautiful champagne roses that perfectly complemented the dreamy atmosphere she’d envisioned.

I stood there, watching the wedding spectacle unfold with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. Eight months pregnant and feeling like I could barely move, yet I wouldn’t have missed this drama for anything in the world.

"Is Lucian seriously sabotaging Kane’s wedding?" I whispered to Ryan, catching sight of the unmistakable smug smile playing on Lucian’s lips across the venue. The once-perfect outdoor ceremony had descended into chaos—first with the sound system blasting nightclub music instead of the wedding march, and now with ominous dark clouds rolling in where clear skies had been promised all week.

The chaos escalated rapidly. As the electronic dance music pounded through the speakers, several elderly guests clutched their pearls in horror. Mrs. Pemberton, the mayor’s wife, nearly fainted when the bass drop hit during what should have been Tiffany’s entrance. The wedding coordinator frantically gestured at the sound technicians, who seemed mysteriously unable to fix the "malfunction."

Then the sky opened up completely. What started as a few warning drops became a torrential downpour within minutes. Designer gowns worth thousands of dollars became soggy disasters as guests shrieked and ran for cover. Tiffany’s elaborate updo collapsed into wet tendrils, her twenty-thousand-dollar dress clinging uncomfortably to her frame.

"My roses!" she wailed as the carefully arranged champagne roses were battered by the rain, petals scattering across the muddy ground like confetti from a broken dream.

Kane, still in his wheelchair but visibly trying to maintain dignity, barked orders at the staff. "Get everyone inside! Now!"

The migration indoors was nothing short of chaotic. Guests stumbled over each other, heels sinking into the suddenly soggy lawn, while waiters scrambled to salvage what they could of the outdoor setup. The elegant white chairs were abandoned to the storm, and the photographer looked like he might cry as his equipment got drenched.

Ryan squeezed my hand protectively, guiding me toward the covered reception area. "Let’s get you inside. I don’t trust this weather, and you shouldn’t be standing for so long in this chaos."

"Weather that conveniently turned just as Kane was about to say his vows?" I arched an eyebrow, waddling alongside him as quickly as my condition allowed. "Even Lucian can’t control Mother Nature."

Ryan’s lips twitched with barely suppressed amusement. "Can’t he?"

Inside the manor’s grand ballroom, the scene was pure pandemonium. Soaked guests dripped onto Persian rugs while staff rushed around with towels and hair dryers. The catering team worked frantically to relocate the entire reception setup indoors, transforming what was supposed to be a cocktail space into an impromptu wedding venue.

Tiffany stood in the center of it all, mascara streaming down her cheeks, looking nothing like the radiant bride she’d planned to be. "This is a disaster! An absolute disaster!"

Kane’s face had gone from red to purple as he realized the full extent of the chaos. "Where’s the backup plan? Someone must have prepared for this!"

"The weather report showed clear skies all week," the wedding planner stammered, tablet in hand, clearly at a loss.

Meanwhile, Lucian stood near the bar, somehow completely dry despite the storm, casually sipping what looked like champagne. When our eyes met across the room, he raised his glass in a subtle toast before disappearing into the crowd.

"Remind me never to get on Lucian’s bad side," I murmured, settling into a chair as Ryan draped his jacket around my shoulders, both of us watching the spectacular implosion of what was supposed to be the social event of the season.

"Something’s definitely off," Ryan murmured, his eyes scanning the venue with the calculated precision I’d grown to recognize when he was anticipating trouble.

The ceremony pressed forward despite the gathering storm clouds. I couldn’t help but snicker watching Tiffany’s forced smile as she glided down the aisle in her designer gown. The picture-perfect bride was clearly fuming about her ruined outdoor wedding.

"If it starts pouring," I whispered, settling into my chair, "this will be the most memorable wedding for all the wrong reasons."

Ryan’s lips twitched. "Karma has interesting timing."

I caught Lucian’s expression across the room—pure satisfaction as he watched Kane’s perfect day implode. The man was enjoying every second of Kane’s humiliation.

"I wonder what’s going through Kane’s mind right now," I murmured, rubbing my swollen belly as the baby kicked excitedly, almost like they too were enjoying the drama. "His miraculous recovery, this rushed marriage to secure the Vergara connection, and now this?"

Ryan’s eyes gleamed with something between amusement and calculation. "Sometimes you don’t need to fight your enemies directly. Just give them enough rope..."

The guests were now openly gossiping, their whispers growing louder by the second.

"An arranged marriage from the start..."

"The bride never wanted this..."

"Look at Kane’s face! He’s going to explode..."

"Bad weather, bad omens..."

I watched Tiffany’s face transition through shock, embarrassment, and then—most interestingly—a flicker of consideration as she stared at the ring David was offering.

"Tiffany," David pleaded, his voice carrying across the stunned crowd, "will you come back to me?"

The first crack of thunder punctuated his question, as if the universe itself was demanding an answer.

Every person in that room held their breath, waiting to see if the bride would actually abandon her groom at the altar.