Chapter: 850

Lost in contemplation, Madeline proceeded with her vows, yet the large screen displayed something entirely different.

“Imagine if Norah caught us here, in her bed. Do you think she'd be furious enough to cry?"

“Not her bed. After all these years, I've never even shared a touch with her. She's always sleeping in the guest room next door."

“Derek, you're so good to me..."

On the screen, a naked man loomed over the woman beneath him, thrusting vigorously. The sounds indicated that the individuals involved were the couple of the wedding. As the video played, the impassioned moans of the couple caused everyone to blush.

Some guests averted their gaze, while others recorded the screen with their phones.

Madeline recognized a familiar voice and turned to witness the shocking scene, out a scream of terror. "Ahhh!"

Wasn't this the moment of intimacy between her and Derek when they reunited on her return? How could it be broadcast on the big screen?

Did Derek's room have a hidden camera?

Her mind went blank, unable to conceive of a solution beyond screaming.

Derek stared vacantly at the screen. Was their conversation so repulsive? It had seemed normal before, an expression of his love and concern for Madeline. But now, it sounded sickening and insincere.

Was it because of this that Norah heartlessly signed her name on the divorce papers?

Derek's and Madeline's families seethed with fury, their immediate reaction driving them in a frantic attempt to disconnect the power.

But they were too late. The colossal screen illuminated with a video showcasing Madeline and Derek's intimate moments at home, depicted in a myriad of positions and locales, captivating the audience.

"Observe their finesse!" It's no wonder they're deemed a perfect match."

“Indeed, this arrangement in such a setting is entirely novel to me."

"It's understandable why men favor women of delicacy and submission.

Were I a man, I'd share the sentiment."

"I never anticipated such a spectacle at a wedding. The wedding gift was undoubtedly well invested!"

The power cord was swiftly withdrawn, casting the enormous screen into utter darkness.

Below, the attendees murmured in dismay, exclaiming, "We haven't witnessed sufficient; why halt the display?"

The emcee on stage awkwardly grasped the microphone. This mishap hadn't occurred during rehearsals, leaving him stunned and unsure of how to proceed.

Derek snapped out of it and urged, “Continue the ceremony."

Disregarding the chatter around him, the emcee proceeded with, “Now, let's welcome the charming flower girl to present the rings."