Clint's face suddenly darkened; his lips tightened. After a long pause, he spoke. "Frida, don't be ungrateful. Don't regret it."

Regret? I thought. I would never regret it.

Back in the makeup room, the makeup artist and stylist surrounded me, dressing me in my wedding gown and applying beautiful bridal makeup. The wedding dress was complex and luxurious, clearly crafted with great care. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath.

"Erida," someone said, "you have to be happy from now on."

The doors slowly opened, and I was surrounded by my bridesmaids as I walked out in full bridal attire. Every eye in the room was on me. But instinctively, I immediately searched for Andre's figure. When our eyes met, my heart immediately settled. He looked at me without blinking, his eyes full of tenderness and a smile. I couldn't help but smile back, filled with joy and sweetness, as I walked toward him.

In the silence of the room, the sudden sound of shattered glass broke the stillness. I looked toward the sound, and Clint was already standing, pale as a ghost. He stood there, his face deathly white, as if struck by lightning. His hand, hanging at his side, was already bleeding. It seemed the earlier noise was from him crushing a wine glass with his hand. But I only glanced at him before calmly turning my gaze away.

By then, the butler and security had already arrived. Clint suddenly shoved past the people in front of him and tried to rush onto the stage. Clint's parents looked horrified, forgetting to stop him. The surrounding guests were shocked and began whispering. But the security guards quickly arrived and stopped him.

Andre, his expression calm but his voice cold, spoke. "Please escort him out."

"Frida, explain yourself!" Clint seemed to have lost control of his emotions. He struggled desperately against the security guards, but they quickly restrained him, and he looked rather embarrassed.

"Are you trying to get back at me? Is this some kind of show you're putting on for me? I said I was going to marry Rachel, and now you're getting married… Frida, how dare you!"

His chest heaved violently; his eyes were bloodshot as he glared at me. I ignored him, resolutely walking step by step toward Andre. Clint was quickly dragged out by security. The Mars family members were also "escorted" out.

The wedding continued as planned. In front of all the guests, Andre slid the ring onto my finger and kissed my hand. I took the ring, gently raising his hand. Andre's fingers were long and strong. Only I knew how those hands had caressed my face and held my waist. I held back my shyness and placed the ring on his finger, then bent down to kiss the spot where the ring had just been placed. Andre cupped my face and gently kissed my forehead. "Hello, Mrs. Andre."

I looked into his deep, dark eyes and clearly saw my own smile reflected in them. "Hello, Mr. Andre."

I leaned against Andre, feeling a little tired. "You're tired; rest for a while."

"Good," Andre said, his fingers brushing against my lips, his meaning clear. "There's still one very important thing left to do today."

For a few days, though we had shared many intimate moments, we hadn't gone all the way. I glanced discreetly at a certain area. I couldn't help but wonder if his leg injury would affect other areas. I thought my glance had been subtle enough, but Andre noticed it immediately.

"Frida, what were you just thinking about?" He raised an eyebrow, his question molding me instantly flustered. My gaze darted nervously. "N-nothing."

"Really?" He leaned closer, his voice low and magnetic. His lips touched mine. I wrapped my arms around him, melting into the kiss.

That night, Andre made it very clear—through action rather than words—that his leg injury didn't affect his other abilities. In fact, what he gave me was an experience like never before. In the haze of exhaustion, I vaguely felt something was off, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was.

"Andre, I…"

"Alright, just one last time." True to his word, he stopped after that. He kissed me and whispered goodnight in my ear. Too tired to open my eyes, I quickly drifted off.

Meanwhile, Clint was forcibly taken back to the Mars family's old estate in New York. Bodyguards watched him closely, forbidding him from stepping out of the house or returning to Washington. For days, members of the Mars family tried persuading him to let it go.

"Frida is already married into the Koch family. It's done. If you keep acting this way, you'll only anger the Koch family further. It's not worth it."

But he refused to utter a single word or respond at all. Instead, he had Antolin bring his treasure chest to the old estate immediately. Inside were all the jewels he had personally purchased for Frida. A heavy stone weighed down his heart, a suffocating pain making it hard to breathe. Even then, everyone knew how deeply he had loved Frida, but over the years, he had become lost in the temptations of the outside world, forgetting the feelings he once had for her. A small, yellowed envelope in a corner of the box suddenly caught Clint's eye.