Mr. Davison, Will You Marry Me?

The Keeleys' Private Estate Arleta Gwenith stared at her stunning reflection in the mirror. Her features were almost too perfect. Despite the upcoming wedding, her eyes were distant and cold. "Arle, you look gorgeous," a man in a tuxedo said, pushing open the door and walking up to her. He gently took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Are you excited to be my bride?" Cabe Keeley asked, looking enchanted. Arleta sneered inwardly but kept a soft expression. "Of course, I’m excited, Cabe. Do you love me?" Cabe, not understanding why Arleta would ask, assumed she was just feeling nervous. "Of course. Why else would I go through all the trouble to get my father to agree to our marriage? Arle, do you love me?" "Of course." As Cabe embraced her, a knowing smile played on Arleta's lips. ... As the groom led the bride to the stage, a video suddenly played on the big screen, accompanied by explicit sounds. Cabe looked up, his face turning ghostly pale. The video showed him in bed, but the woman beside him wasn’t Arleta—it was his father's girlfriend, Vivian Collins. Hudson, seated below, shook with rage. Vivian tried to explain, but Hudson slapped her hard across the face. "Disgraceful bitch! Why are you in that video?" Hudson's teeth chattered with anger. Vivian, holding her swollen cheek, tearfully said, "Hudson, I don’t know. You have to believe me." She aimed a finger at Arleta, yelling, "Arleta, you made this fake video. Why are you doing this?" Arleta gave a small smile and answered, "Vivian, I’m not that good. Don't you remember what you've done?" The crowd erupted in whispers. It seemed the video was Arleta's doing, either to get back at Cabe or because she’d lost her mind. A woman with no influence or status playing that video at her wedding—talk about guts. The guests were totally into this big upper-crust scandal. Hudson glared at Cabe, shouting, "Cabe, control your wife!" Cabe didn’t expect Arleta to have found out about his affair with Vivian. To save face and prevent the situation from escalating, he whispered to Arleta, "Arle, let's just get through the wedding, and I'll explain everything later. Please, just stop the video." Arleta's eyes were icy as she mocked him, "You still want to get married?" "Or what?" Cabe hissed through gritted teeth. The guests were all prominent figures, and no matter what, the wedding had to go on. He’d explain everything to Arleta later. The girl in the white wedding dress lifted her head high and glanced at the murmuring guests. Then she clapped her hands and said, "Hey everyone, it's my wedding day, but my fiancé ended up with my future stepmom. Shouldn’t they just be together instead?" The video continued playing, with the woman’s voice saying, "Cabe, you promised me that once the old man lets you take over The Keeleys, you’ll divorce her. You can't go back on your word." "Don’t worry, babe, you’re the real Mrs. Keeley." The staff finally managed to stop the video, but everyone had already seen and heard enough. The Keeleys were in a mess, and Vivian ran up to the stage, screaming at Arleta, "Arleta, you bitch! You set me up. Why are you doing this?" "I never harmed anyone. You were the ones who hurt me first." Arleta grabbed Vivian's wrist as she charged at her. Unexpectedly, Vivian fell off the stage. Fortunately, it wasn’t high, or she would have been seriously hurt. Clutching her leg, Vivian cried, "Arleta, you pushed me! You must be with some other man and framed me and Cabe." "Arle, what did I do to deserve this? I loved you so much, and you set me up?" Vivian's words triggered something in Cabe. He stepped forward and grabbed Arleta's wrist. Caught off guard, Arleta dropped her bouquet. Before the video, Cabe had always been gentle and caring, the perfect boyfriend. But now, his true colors showed—his face contorted with rage as he gripped her wrist so tightly it left red marks. Her voice trembled with pain, "Let go of me. Don’t touch me." "Do you think this will benefit you? Who would dare to marry you after this?" Cabe, usually so refined, now revealed his selfish, ugly side. "Yeah, men will be men. Why make such a fuss?" someone whispered. "She’s crossed the Keeleys. She’ll be kicked out for sure," another murmured. In an inconspicuous corner, a man sat quietly. His eyes scanned the stage until they fixed on a slender figure. His pupils contracted when he saw the small red mole on her ear. It was her, the girl who saved him all those years ago. Just then, a deep male voice echoed through the wedding hall, "Who says no one dares to marry her? I will!"