Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 90

Crystal's hubby was the second son of the Sullivan family. Now, the Sullivans weren't exactly what one would call old money, but they were loaded for sure. It was not every day someone got the nerve to jab 'em in the backbone, especially with something as humiliating as being cuckolded.

His face darkened a tad, "You're Crystal's classmate, right? If you're here to genuinely celebrate with us, we're all for it, but if you're aiming to rain on our parade."

Mid-sentence, he scoped out the garden entrance with the corner of his eye and then froze in his tracks.

He composed himself, couldn't afford to waste more time yapping with Rosemary, and hustled over to the parked car, "Mr. Templeton."

He'd been loitering outside, even as the engagement bash was kicking off, all because he was waiting for Maxwell.

Maxwell stepped out of the car and caught sight of the groom waiting by his side, giving him a slight nod, "No need for formalities, Bernard."

Bernard didn't switch gears just because of his response, and gestured towards the hall's entrance, "Please, after you."

On a day like today, one would think the dude in the snazzy suit, the groom, would be the star of the show, but standing next to Maxwell, he looked more like a sidekick.

Crystal caught Rosemary staring that way and let out a snort of disdain, "Get real, as if you could ever match up. That guy there is the one and only heir to the Templeton family, the big cheese of the Templeton Group. Just a heads-up, since we're old schoolmates and all, don't get your hopes up, Ah!"

She clapped her hand over her mouth, feigning surprise, "Oops, almost slipped my mind. You've been in Mr. Templeton's bed, but even that steamy fling didn't snag you a Mrs. Templeton title."

Rosemary and Maxwell's marriage was on the DL. Though they went public at Pearl's birthday bash, the circle who knew was still small.

"Crystal." Rosemary closed in, her rosy lips arched upwards, "I heard the Sullivan family's second son is someone you put an effort to get.”

Crystal eyed her raised hand and recoiled, "What do you want? This is Sullivan turf; you lay a finger on me and."

"What are you talking about? Who said anything about hitting you?" Rosemary's hand landed on her shoulder; she didn’t give it much juice, "The bride's gotta look drop-dead gorgeous, not sport a slap mark, right?"

Crystal pressed her lips, trying to regain her composure and her body relaxed, "Good, you know your place."

"I won't smack you, but you owe me an apology for that little tirade of yours. How 'bout up there, on that stage, in front of everyone?"

"In your dreams! I'm Mrs. Sullivan, for crying out loud. Who are you to demand an apology from me?"

Back in school, Rosemary always had the upper hand, and now that Crystal finally had a leg up, an apology was out of the question!

Rosemary flashed her phone, "Then I guess the highlight reel with your exes will be the talk of the town. You don't think I'd just show up to be your punching bag, do you?"

She wasn't keen on coming, but Pearl rang her up last night, insisting she drop by for Wendy. Rosemary figured it was just a pretext; if it was that important, Pearl could've shown up herself. Still, she didn't want to let her down.

Crystal lunged to snatch the phone, "I dare you."

Just then Bernard walked in on the scene, "Crystal, what's going on?"