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    “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 yed, 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, her eyes widening in horror as she screamed, “Ahhh!”


    Wasn’t this the intimate moment 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 nk, 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?


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    Derek’s and Madeline’s families seethed with fury, their immediate reaction driving them to frantically attempt to disconnect the power. But they were toote. The colossal screen continued to glow, showcasing a video of Madeline and Derek’s intimate moments at home, depicted in various 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    The power cord was swiftly withdrawn, casting the enormous screen into utter darkness.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, eximing, “We haven’t witnessed enough; why halt the disy?”


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


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


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