What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger novel Chapter 117

At that moment, Viola made a grand entrance, stepping out of the car in a breathtaking wedding gown. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause.

"Wow! The bride is absolutely stunning! Shouldn't the groom carry her in after this?"

"Haha, where’s Ken? Someone go get the lucky man!"

Viola soaked up the admiration, her confidence swelling with every compliment. Her radiant smile and graceful demeanor captured everyone’s attention.

Amid the lively chatter, Ken finally emerged from the house, walking at a measured pace.

Viola turned to him, her voice laced with playful charm. "Ken, they’re saying it’s tradition for the groom to carry the bride in after she gets out of the car. Would you give me a piggyback ride?"

She was certain he wouldn’t dare cause a scene in front of so many influential guests.

But Ken, dressed casually in stark contrast to the formal event, looked utterly detached. His face betrayed no emotion as he stared at Viola's outstretched hand.

The crowd began to murmur uneasily.

"Something feels off. Isn’t this supposed to be a joyful occasion?"

"Why doesn’t the groom look happy?"

Viola, sensing the tension, tried to maintain her composure. "Ken, today is our wedding day..."

But Ken cut her off with a cold, flat voice. "Who said I’m marrying you?"

The words hit like a thunderclap. Viola's smile faltered, her confidence crumbling in an instant.

"Ken, what are you talking about?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Uncle Johnson, now visibly alarmed, hurried over to diffuse the situation, but Ken wasn’t finished.

He pulled out a document and held it up for everyone to see. "This is the annulled prenuptial agreement. It’s been revoked. I’m not marrying Viola."

The crowd gasped, whispers spreading like wildfire.

"Did he just call off the wedding?"