Chapter 491: My Wife!

The man emerged from the bathroom and entered the room. A graceful figure swiftly leaped up, wrapping around him like a water snake, and alluringly whispered, “Let me serve you well tonight.” The two embraced and tumbled onto the large bed. Wedding guests stared in stunned silence. This wasn't a romantic movie; it was clearly pornography, unsuitable for children.

Crystal's face paled. Shock rippled through her. What was happening? Why had the video changed? The question burned: who was that man? Crystal knew this was the only video of her and Elvis making love. The woman was her, but the man… wasn't Elvis! How could this be?

A horrifying realization dawned. She shook her head in disbelief, her limbs freezing. Whispers filled the room. "What's going on? What about the love movie we agreed on?" The woman in this explicit video was the princess. Ironically, while elegant and dignified in public, she was clumsy and impetuous behind closed doors, seemingly desperate for intimacy.

"Who is the man in this video? He resembles the groom, but he's not." As the discussion intensified, the camera zoomed in. The bright moonlight revealed the man's true features. He was not Elvis! Though similar in appearance, his face was distinct. A collective gasp erupted. The princess had cuckolded the groom!

Five thunderbolts seemed to strike Crystal. Her pupils constricted; she refused to believe it. The woman on screen was her, making love to a man who looked like Elvis, but wasn't. She felt a plunge from heaven to hell. She'd believed she was with Elvis, but she'd slept with another man. The child she carried wasn't Elvis's; it belonged to this bastard. Why? She understood why Elvis had turned off the lights that night—a deliberate deception. He'd surreptitiously substituted another man. Elvis! It had to be him!

Crystal looked at Elvis. He stood tall, his deep eyes calmly scanning the screen, his handsome face impassive. He'd orchestrated this. Perhaps sensing her gaze, his eyes met hers. He stood silently, his cold gaze sending shivers down her spine. The wedding hall fell eerily silent, amplifying the sounds from the screen. The cold, arrogant princess of Greenland had just imploded.

Crystal snapped out of it. "Turn off the screen! Turn it off now!" she screamed. The screen remained on, the frenzy continuing. The woman on screen writhed on the man's waist, sweetly shouting, "Oh Elvis, I love you so much… You're finally mine."

Crystal was beside herself. The mockery and contempt in the eyes of the guests were palpable. This wedding had become a catastrophic humiliation. Logan's grand spectacle had devolved into a public shaming. Greenland now knew their princess was a fallen woman, a prostitute.

"What a pity for my groom! Leave him alone! He deserves better!" a girl cried.

It was over. Crystal's face drained of color. This horrifying wedding was broadcast live online, exposing her to thousands. She was the laughingstock of the nation. How would she live?

A distinguished guest asked, "Princess, now that your affair is public, what do you have to say?" Another chimed in, "According to local folklore, adulterers are drowned in a pigsty."

Crystal panicked. "It's not true! I was tricked! Father, save me!" she pleaded, looking at Logan for salvation. He was displeased; Crystal's actions had brought dishonor upon him. "The wedding is over. Go home, everyone," he declared, intending to remove Crystal from the spotlight. She needed to escape, regroup, and find a way to recover.

The scene erupted in chaos. The wedding hall doors burst open, and a man entered. Crystal recoiled, trembling. It was the man she'd slept with—a powerfully built but hideous man, scarred and repulsive. He rushed toward her, shouting, "My wife!"

Crystal hid behind Logan. "Shut up! Who's your wife?" she hissed.

"Princess, you slept with me, you are my wife. Need reminding of that night? I served you well..." the Scar Man sneered. A local thug, he looked at her with pity, a cruel smile revealing yellow teeth. Crystal felt nauseous. She couldn't believe she'd slept with such a man—her first time, a disgusting memory. Pampered and accustomed to despising lowborn men, she screamed, "Get him out! Now!"

Guards swiftly intervened, grabbing the Scar Man. He reacted quickly, sitting down, proclaiming, "You dare hit me? The princess hits commoners! She screamed with pleasure every time we were together. And she carries my child. I am the father!"