Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 35: Snatching Even the Fiancé

The man in sunglasses spoke up. "My boss is here for the birthday party. What about you?"

"Today is my birthday, but this is Rachel Quinn’s show."

"I see. Happy birthday, then."

"Thank you."

When she opened her eyes this morning, Jett Sterling had held her down and kissed her senseless, insisting it was her birthday present.

She feigned annoyance, but inwardly, she was delighted.

Now that Zachary Quinn had wished her well too, she was even happier.

"It’s your birthday. Isn’t your husband with you?"

"He’s getting things ready for me at home. I’ll go back and celebrate with him later."

"It sounds like you two have a good relationship."

"Yeah, it’s alright."

"..."

After a few moments of small talk, the birthday party began.

In the luxurious banquet hall, glasses clinked and wine flowed. It was a lively scene.

Vivian Quinn, dressed in a white T-shirt and denim overalls, sat in a corner eating.

Before long, a sudden stir went through the hall. Vivian Quinn turned to see Rachel Quinn emerging on the arm of Austin Grant, dressed in a red haute couture evening gown.

Rachel Quinn was as beautiful as a water lily, and with the handsome man beside her, they made a perfectly matched pair.

The two of them began the opening dance.

The romantic waltz made them seem even more dazzling, and their gazes were filled with deep affection as they looked at each other.

The dance ended to unending applause.

Silas Quinn took the microphone and began, "Welcome, everyone, to my younger daughter’s birthday party. I am deeply honored. Next, my daughter Rachel will perform a solo dance for you all."

In the crowd, Nina King glanced at the man beside her, who quickly spoke up. "President Quinn, your family has two daughters, does it not? By rights, Vivian Quinn is your biological daughter. How come we don’t see her out there dancing?"

Silas Quinn’s expression soured instantly. "Heh, ever since Vivian’s leg was injured, she’s lost her confidence. She can’t dance anymore."

"No need to be sad, President Quinn. Rachel is outstanding. A true testament to how you and your wife raised her. You’ve done a wonderful job raising your daughter."

"That’s right. If only I could raise such a brilliant daughter like you, President Quinn."

Rachel Quinn spoke with poise and grace. "Vivian is wonderful too. No matter what happens to her, Mom, Dad, and I will always love her."

Everyone couldn’t help but praise Rachel Quinn.

"Rachel is so kind and thoughtful."

"Yes, no wonder Master Grant likes her."

From her corner, Vivian Quinn let out a cold laugh.

The music started, and Rachel Quinn began to dance. Her movements were graceful and captivating, and she seemed to glow, making it impossible to look away.

"Master Grant, you’re a lucky man," someone next to Austin Grant praised. "Not only is your fiancée beautiful and poised, but her figure is flawless."

Austin Grant felt incredibly proud. They always said a woman was a reflection of her man, and Rachel Quinn was undoubtedly the best one possible.

She was nothing like Vivian Quinn, who was ugly and crippled. Taking her out would only bring ridicule and embarrassment.

The music swelled to a crescendo, and Rachel’s dancing became even more spectacular.

But just as she was executing a difficult spin, her dress suddenly ripped open, and without any warning, the entire garment fell to the floor!

The crowd gasped in shock!

Rachel Quinn froze mid-step. She looked down and instantly let out a piercing scream. "AHHH—"

Austin Grant quickly shed his suit jacket and rushed forward to cover her with it!

But it was too late. Everything that should and shouldn’t have been seen was on full display for everyone there!

Rachel Quinn broke down crying, burying her face in Austin Grant’s chest. "Sob... Austin, how could this happen? I’m so humiliated I could die... sob..."

"It’s okay." Austin Grant swept her up into his arms and hurried away.

Silas Quinn, reacting a moment too late, quickly tried to control the situation. "Everyone, my sincerest apologies. We’ve had a small accident. Please, don’t mind it. Come, let’s have a drink."

The guests, of course, didn’t dare to laugh openly, but many were snickering behind their hands.

"Talk about jinxing it. That crash and burn was fast."

"Were you at the last engagement party? Rachel Quinn stole Austin Grant. They had a secret affair. One is a thankless traitor, the other stole a man from her own sister. Absolutely shameless."

"Calling her ’sister’ all the time, she really thinks she’s the true heiress. She’s a fake who usurped the real daughter’s place for twenty-one years, and now she’s even stolen her fiancé. It’s just too much."

"So this is the precious daughter Silas Quinn is so proud of. To put it bluntly, she’s just a homewrecker."

"And at the last auction, she pestered Austin Grant to buy her a necklace. He actually ended up spending 800 million on a necklace worth 200 million. It’s hilarious."

"And she’s proud of it, too. Didn’t you see her wearing it around her neck today?"

"Shh, keep your voice down..."

Rachel Quinn quickly changed and came back out, holding the ripped dress. She confronted Vivian, demanding, "Vivian, did you tamper with my dress?"

Vivian Quinn smiled. "Show me the evidence. Otherwise, I’ll sue you for slander."

"Is threatening people all you know how to do?" Rachel seethed through her teeth. "You were in the dressing room alone earlier. You must have done something to my dress, or else it wouldn’t have ripped like that."

"Rachel Quinn, your first instinct isn’t to question the dress’s workmanship, but to insist that I tampered with it. Could it be because that’s something you would do?"

Rachel Quinn: "..."

"Vivian, don’t you dare try to turn this back on me!"

"You know perfectly well who’s making false accusations," Vivian Quinn said with a faint smile. "Remember, what goes around comes around. It’s not that you won’t get your due, it’s just that the time hasn’t come yet..."

Rachel Quinn secretly gritted her teeth. ’Tonight, I will make Vivian’s life a living hell. I swear it.’

The birthday party continued. Rachel Quinn had remarkable composure, acting as if nothing had happened as she went around toasting guests on Austin Grant’s arm.

Silas Quinn walked up to Vivian Quinn, looked her up and down, and said with displeasure, "Didn’t I tell you to change? Why are you dressed like this?"

"I’m not like Rachel Quinn. I don’t sell my looks."

"What kind of way is that to talk? You’re happy to see Rachel humiliated, aren’t you?" Silas Quinn handed her a glass of wine. "President Aldridge is here. Go toast him, apologize, and try to get on his good side."

Vivian Quinn took the glass. "Alright."

She found Gordon Aldridge in the crowd, exchanged a few words with him, clinked glasses, and downed the red wine in her glass in one go.

From a distance, a dark glint flashed in Rachel Quinn’s eyes.

Vivian Quinn felt her head spin, so she found a corner to sit and rest.

Rachel Quinn walked over, smiling. "Vivian, you don’t look well. Let me take you upstairs to rest for a bit."

"Alright."

Rachel Quinn helped Vivian to a room on the second floor. "Vivian, go on in and rest. Get some good sleep."

"Mm."

After closing the door, Rachel Quinn immediately pressed her ear against it. Soon, she heard Vivian’s screams from inside.

"AH! What are you doing here? What do you want? Why are you taking off my clothes? Let go of me! AHHH—"