Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted-Chapter 176: Naomi Sawyer’s Shocking Appearance at the Wedding, Scumbag Husband Flees [Climax]

Chapter 176: Chapter 176: Naomi Sawyer’s Shocking Appearance at the Wedding, Scumbag Husband Flees [Climax]

The words struck right at the heart of Timothy Xavier.

The man’s pupils suddenly contracted, and he reached out to grab my wrist, but I sidestepped to avoid it.

His fingertips brushed past my sleeve, carrying a suppressed fury: "Zoe Ellison, listen to me, Naomi will come back. And you, you’ll never escape me in this lifetime."

"Is that so?" I raised an eyebrow. For some reason, a hint of secret anticipation arose, and I said, "Then let’s wait and see who gets their wish in the end."

We used the sharpest words to stab at each other’s vulnerabilities while smiling, neither willing to back down even a little.

At this moment, the emcee walked over quietly, wearing a respectful smile: "President Xavier, Mrs. Xavier, the lighting and music at the wedding site have been adjusted. Would you both like to take a look at the stage?"

The hostility in Timothy Xavier’s eyes instantly vanished. He held my hand as if he were a considerate husband and said, "Let’s go, Zoe."

The word "Zoe" made my stomach churn, and my hand felt like it had been scorched by a branding iron.

My heart sank inch by inch as I followed him step by step towards the stage enveloped in dazzling light.

The brilliant lights spread across the floor, entwining all around, like the most luxurious facade, covering all the ugliness and disgrace in our marriage.

The etiquette teacher told us that the first part of tomorrow’s wedding would have the groom waiting in the center of the stage, while the bride wears her wedding dress and slowly walks towards the groom.

We stood in our designated spots according to the etiquette teacher’s arrangement.

I stood dozens of meters from Timothy Xavier, with the spotlight on the center stage. I looked at the man who had been a part of my life since I was five from afar.

A wave of desolation arose in my heart.

This wedding, which I once dreamed of as sweet, now felt so bitter I dared not reminisce.

Timothy Xavier looked down at me, noticing the lack of a smile on my face.

A trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, and he whispered in my ear, "Zoe Ellison, tomorrow is our wedding, not a funeral. You should be happy, shouldn’t you?"

I turned my head to look at him, my tone as cold as ice: "Is there a difference from a funeral?"

Timothy Xavier chuckled darkly and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I sent an invitation to The Sinclair Family too. I wonder if your Attorney Sinclair will honor us with his presence tomorrow?"

I tugged at the corners of my lips, a merciless retort in my smile: "If he does come, you’ll probably be the first one terrified out of your wits, won’t you?"

The rehearsal dragged on for several hours, only ending when dusk fell once more.

As I was about to leave, the wedding planner cautiously approached, sounding a bit troubled: "Mrs. Xavier, may I ask... won’t your family and friends be attending tomorrow?"

He paused, then added: "The VIP seats up front are still empty, and I’m unsure of how to arrange them properly."

Without stopping, I nodded lightly, my voice flat: "Yes, none of them are coming."

No need for anyone I care about to witness this embarrassing farce.

...

The next day, Timothy Xavier’s wedding drew the attention of the entire city, and it caused a frenzy online.

The netizens were already waiting for Timothy’s promise that after exchanging rings, a big red envelope of one hundred million would be up for grabs.

Timothy purposely invited many media outlets, preparing to broadcast this wedding live.

While getting my makeup done, I received a message on QQ from Serena Sawyer.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Xavier, finally marrying the love of your life, Timothy Xavier."

Even in text, she couldn’t hide her schadenfreude.

Seeing I didn’t reply, she added another line: "I heard this wedding will be broadcasted live - Attorney Sinclair should enjoy the spectacle of you and Timothy reuniting, right?"

I still didn’t respond, my face wearing a cold, indifferent expression.

Jenna Sutton had specifically asked her boyfriend to help take care of the two kids at home.

I hadn’t planned for Doris and Sharon to attend this "wedding."

Timothy hadn’t invited a best man, and I only had Jenna Sutton as my maid of honor. Even the wedding felt eerily bleak.

It wasn’t until we arrived at the venue and Timothy had invited countless elites within the country, along with various media outlets, with flashes and congratulations filling the air, that I realized just how many were watching today’s wedding.

The wedding began, and Timothy stood in the center of the stage while I was to walk towards him in my wedding gown.

Separated by dozens of meters, I looked at the man who had entered my life at five from afar, and an intense sorrow engulfed me.

I had seen this image for over twenty years, but now it felt foreign and distant.

I had fantasized countless times about this scene. When running towards him, what kind of tenderness should have filled his gaze?

But now, it felt like my steps were weighted with lead, and even my breathing was tinged with bitterness.

The flash of the media cameras and the brilliant spotlights on stage transformed into piercing blades aimed at me.

Jenna Sutton, not far behind me, softly said, "Why hasn’t Attorney Sinclair arrived yet? If he doesn’t come soon, this wedding will be a done deal!"

The hand holding my dress involuntarily tightened, whispering to myself: Julian Sinclair, where are you?

When I finally carried the heavy bridal gown to his side, Timothy Xavier looked at me with a dazed expression.

It wasn’t until I cleared my throat softly that he snapped back to reality.

Although he wore a smile, he mocked in my ear while adjusting my veil: "It seems your Attorney Sinclair is nothing but a coward."

My chest tightened, and I said nothing.

Once we stood on center stage, the emcee’s solemn voice spread to every corner of the banquet hall: "Mr. Timothy Xavier, regardless of future prosperity or adversity, wealth or poverty, health or illness, do you vow to love, cherish, and never forsake this woman beside you?"

Timothy Xavier moved his lips and was about to speak when his gaze suddenly froze on the audience below.

Because hidden in the dense crowd, an inconspicuous corner presented a familiar silhouette that captured his eyes.

Following his line of sight, my heart lifted.

It was Naomi Sawyer.

She wore a chic white dress, standing quietly at the edge of the crowd, without makeup, yet instantly seized all of Timothy Xavier’s attention.

Timothy’s pupils constricted, and his aura collapsed, leaving him like a soulless husk, staring motionlessly in that direction.

"Mr. Xavier?" The emcee, noticing his lack of response, raised his volume and asked again, "Do you?"

With Timothy Xavier’s hesitation and silence, murmurs of disturbance and whispers began to rise from the audience.

The guests exchanged bewildered glances, wondering why the groom, who should have been at the peak of his excitement, suddenly seemed lost.

At that moment, Naomi Sawyer, beneath the stage, curled her lips subtly in the direction of the platform.

The next second, she turned around and walked towards the church doors without hesitation.

"Naomi!"

Timothy Xavier snapped out of his reverie, murmuring under his breath. Ignoring the eyes of all the guests and the cameras broadcasting live, he suddenly pushed aside the nearby emcee and dashed off the stage as if possessed.

He shoved through the crowd, his steps unsteady yet incredibly urgent, pursuing the direction Naomi Sawyer had departed, leaving behind a buzzing audience and countless shocked gazes.

"Damn!"

Jenna Sutton gasped in shock, holding onto me, and whispered through gritted teeth, "That bastard! He left you again!"

As I watched Timothy Xavier’s hurried departure, I let out a long breath, with no hint of disappointment in my heart.

Fortunately, from beginning to end, I never intended to look back.

However, the discussions among the audience erupted like a drumbeat; those eyes fell upon me, showing sympathy, schadenfreude, and a touch of amusement in watching the spectacle.

I accepted them all with equanimity, then took a deep breath and walked directly to the still-dazed emcee, taking the microphone from his hand.

My voice resonated through the speakers, clear and calm, overpowering the surrounding din, "Out of respect for not airing family grievances publicly, I never intended to overexpose the situation between Mr. Xavier and myself. Today’s events were unexpected. In the end, it’s my incompetence, lacking the means or the ability to keep Mr. Xavier’s heart."

Since Timothy Xavier and Serena Sawyer prefer to cast themselves as victims, why can’t I, the real victim, garner some sympathy?

After saying the words, I put down the microphone and, accompanied by Jenna Sutton, left composedly under the flashing lights of the press.

Timothy Xavier’s assistant, with several bodyguards, blocked the media who wanted to chase after me. I quickly went backstage, removed my wedding gown, put on casual clothes, and, grabbing the makeup remover wipes Jenna Sutton handed me, began removing my makeup as I headed towards the garage.

Back in the car, Jenna Sutton and I checked our phones; the hot searches were again dominated by Timothy Xavier.

Those original netizens waiting to snatch red envelopes were inflamed by the sudden runaway wedding:

"Damn! What a scumbag Timothy Xavier is! Sure enough, a leopard never changes its spots; he must have run away because he couldn’t forget the mistress!"

"This is outrageous! Previously, he kept posting apology videos online, acting all deep in love, and now he runs away at the wedding? His wife is so beautiful, is he blind, actually leaving with the mistress at the wedding?"

"Heartbreaking for Zoe Ellison! Being watched by so many people while enduring such suffering, Timothy Xavier should be nailed to the pillar of shame!"

"What about the billion-dollar red envelope? Was he just playing with us? Xavier Group, this rubbish company should collapse quickly! I’ll never believe his lies again!"

Accusations, skepticism, and sympathy merged into a storm, trampling Timothy Xavier’s reputation into the mud.

Standing amidst the chaos, I felt unprecedented solidity and ease in my heart.

With Timothy Xavier publicly fleeing the wedding and the event being broadcast live online, even if he tries to smear me or refuses to divorce afterward, no one would ever believe him again.

After all, it was him who swore to host this reunion wedding, and it was him who abandoned me in the spotlight.

This scandal, no matter how he spins it afterward, will never be resolved.

When Jenna Sutton drove the car out of the garage, sunlight spread over me, warm and liberating.

Upon arriving home, I initially thought that Dr. Payne would be looking after Doris and Sharon, arranged by Jenna Sutton.

However, unexpectedly, the house was silent.

Jenna Sutton covered my eyes and said, "By the way, there’s a surprise for you."

I was taken aback, and in the darkness, I heard those familiar steady footsteps, causing my heartbeat to quicken.

Until those footsteps stood before me, Jenna Sutton finally removed her hands from my eyes.

Feeling a bit annoyed, I looked at Jenna Sutton and said, "So, you knew his plan all along, and everyone kept it from me?"

"No, no, no." Jenna Sutton quickly waved her hands, saying, "I just received a message from Attorney Sinclair while on the way, saying he’s at your home. As for the rest, I truly don’t know a thing!"

She finished speaking and winked at me, saying, "I’ve already had Ezra Payne take the kids to my place. You and Attorney Sinclair... can celebrate a bit!"

I hadn’t had a chance to say anything before she slipped away like greased lightning.

With the door closing, only Julian Sinclair and I remained in the house.

Our eyes met, and I immediately felt tears welling up, throwing myself into his broad chest.

Tears splashed on his unblemished shirt, creating a faint damp stain. My fingers gripping his collar trembled slightly; the relief of surviving melded with the grievances accumulated over the days, finally unleashing at this moment.

His hands were warm, gently brushing my hair, his deep voice tinged with concern fell in my ear, "Have you been frightened over this time? It’s all over now."

Slowly, I lifted my head from his embrace.

Under the light, his eyes carried unmistakable fatigue; undoubtedly, he exerted more effort and care to set up this situation.

Calming my emotions somewhat, I questioned softly, "You’ve found Naomi Sawyer for a while now, haven’t you? Why didn’t you tell me?"

Julian Sinclair paused, explaining, "If I told you, I feared you wouldn’t act convincingly. Only when you knew nothing could your instincts allow Timothy Xavier to fully believe you, step by step leading him into the trap."

Though his reasoning was sound, my confusion grew deeper, pursing further, "But why would Naomi Sawyer cooperate with you? What happened between her and Timothy Xavier?"

He gently interrupted, his tone muted, "Well... I’m not too sure. Though she agreed to cooperate, she didn’t elaborate on her affairs with Timothy Xavier."

Speaking, his gaze lingered on my puzzled face, pausing before adding, "But if you’re eager to uncover their matters, I can help dig it up."

Those words carried a slight hint of displeasure.

My mind wandered, quickly realizing he might have misunderstood, promptly shaking my head, "Forget it, Naomi Sawyer and I are strangers anyway, and I’ll be nothing more than a stranger to Timothy Xavier in the future. Knowing their affairs lacks any significance to me."

As my words ended, Julian Sinclair’s tense jaw eased slightly, as if he’d silently exhaled a breath of relief.

He avoided my gaze, his voice restored to its customary gentle tone: "You should shower first, and I’ll prepare some food for you."

I reached out, tugging his wrist, smiling while gazing at him: "I want to eat the tomato beef noodles you make."

He glanced at my hand clinging to his, amusement rising in his eyes, responding with a tender lilt: "Alright."

...

In the kitchen, Julian Sinclair washed the tomatoes while simultaneously fielding Leo Grant’s call through his Bluetooth headset.

"Attorney Sinclair, Naomi Sawyer has boarded Timothy Xavier’s car. Now they’re heading to The Xavier Manor. What’s the next step we should take?"

Julian Sinclair instructed in a low voice, "Hold your positions for now. Timothy Xavier has brought Naomi Sawyer to The Xavier Manor, most likely intending to confront Serena Sawyer. Arrange for a few people to keep watch nearby, and alert me of any unusual activity from The Xavier Family immediately."