The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 534

The groomsmen stormed into the house, tossing cash envelopes in every direction. As the kids and relatives scrambled for the money, Bagot charged straight down the hallway, clutching his bouquet. “Damaris, open up! I'm here to take you home!” he shouted through the door, his voice buzzing with genuine excitement. Inside, Damaris's eye twitched at his overwhelming enthusiasm. What was his deal? This was supposed to be a fake arrangement, but he was acting like a man deeply in love. The bridesmaids crowded the door, throwing out word games and riddles to stall the groom. Nathalie stood near the back, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched the chaos unfold. Damaris leaned over to her. “You know, Nathalie, your wedding was this crazy too.” Nathalie looked down, her expression unreadable. “That's all in the past.” Damaris sighed wistfully. “If only Lance hadn't changed.” Nathalie didn't reply. People always changed. She used to love him with everything she had, but now, their relationship was strictly transactional. All she cared about was getting her divorce and finally living her own life once the dust settled. After finally guessing the right answers, Bagot burst into the room. The moment he laid eyes on Damaris sitting on the bed, he froze completely. The room erupted in laughter. “The bride is so stunning she broke the groom! Look at him!” Bagot snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat awkwardly. He dropped to one knee in front of Damaris, holding out the bouquet. “Wife, will you come home with me?” “Hold on!” one of the bridesmaids interrupted. “You can't just call her your wife yet. You have to find her shoes first! No shoes, no bride!” Bagot blinked, then immediately jumped up. “Search everything! Tear this place apart! I need to take my wife home!” The groomsmen descended on the room like a tornado, flipping pillows and checking inside drawers. Spotting Nathalie in the corner, Bagot rushed over. “Nathalie, come on, where are the shoes? Tell me, and I'll trade you one of Lance's biggest secrets.” Nathalie raised an eyebrow, amused. “I have no idea.” Bagot groaned. Lance's secrets didn't even work as currency anymore! The photographer, who had been circling them the entire time, tapped Bagot's shoulder. “Hey, groom, look at me for a second.” Bagot waved him off, aggressively checking under the bed. “I'm busy looking for the shoes! I don't have time for pictures!” The room struggled to hold back their laughter. “Just look at me! Seriously, just look!” the photographer pleaded. Bagot shot him a quick glare and immediately went back to searching. “I looked! Are we done? Stop distracting me!” The entire room burst into hysterics. Bagot and his groomsmen stood there, completely baffled by the laughter. “What's so funny? Where the hell are the shoes?” Bagot demanded. Standing by the door, Lance pinched the bridge of his nose in secondhand embarrassment. “Bagot, you idiot, look over here!” one of the groomsmen suddenly yelled, pointing at the photographer. Bagot finally turned his full attention to the man. The photographer was literally holding the wedding shoes, dangling them right in front of the lens. They had been hiding in plain sight the entire time. “I literally kept telling you to look at me!” the photographer laughed.