Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 503

Everyone in the audience was seated a bit far away, so they couldn't see the groom's face clearly. Even Yara, who was on stage, found her view obscured by the cascading petals.

Although she couldn't see the man's face, his tall and imposing figure slowly approaching her was something she couldn't look away from.

Her heart skipped a beat with every step he took, and by the time he was almost in front of her, she felt like she could barely breathe.

Jonathan… Setting aside his identity as the ruler of the FInches, his mere appearance was handsome enough to outshine any celebrity. It was enough to make her infatuated, and this outstanding man was going to be her husband.

He stopped just a step away from her as the petals continued to fall more densely now. All he needed to do was reach out, and he could hold her hand.

Yara gulped nervously, barely containing her excitement. She wished that the petal rain could stop so that Jonathan could lift her veil and admire her beauty.

As the exhilarating music stopped, the petals gradually stopped falling. Yara was ecstatic, but as she finally saw the man's face clearly, all her anticipation seemed to freeze into ice.

"No… Why is it…"

She panicked. She recognized this man, and he wasn't Jonathan!

Guests who had seen Jonathan's face were also stunned when they saw the groom, while those who hadn't seen Jonathan before continued to praise the bride and the groom as a perfect match.

At the main table, everyone's expression changed, including Clover and Miles who were seated beside Rose.

The moment they saw the groom's face, they exchanged a glance, and both of them shared the same confusion. What was going on?

Without receiving an answer, they immediately looked at Rose, who showed no sign of surprise when seeing the groom's face. Instead, she was frowning as if she was still lost in thought.

On stage, the groom took another step closer to Yara, reaching out to take her hand. The touch snapped Yara out of her panic, and she shook his hand off almost instinctively and pulled away.

She stepped back and was trembling as she questioned him, "Why is it you?"

She was so flustered that she didn't even notice the microphone in the emcee's hand was still near her.

Just like when she had announced her pregnancy earlier, her panicked and disgusted voice instantly echoed throughout the venue and reached every corner.

Even the media outlets that were broadcasting live transmitted her words to everyone following the wedding at home.

The scene fell silent in an instant. Everyone stared at the couple onstage and was puzzled by Yara's question. What did she mean by that?

Realizing her loss of composure, Yara tried to regain her bearings, but the groom smiled indulgently and looked at her with deep affection.

"Today is our wedding. Who else could it be if not me?"

Their wedding? These words shattered Yara's calm she had been trying to maintain. She lowered her voice and hissed to the groom, "No, it's not you. Jonathan is the person I'm supposed to marry—Mr. Finch. There must be some mistake!"

Her mind raced. Yes, there had to be a mistake.

The groom simply smiled and said, "Yara, what are you talking about? What Jonathan? What Mr. Finch? I'm the groom today."