On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 105: Playing a Recording at the Engagement Banquet

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Playing a Recording at the Engagement Banquet

Just then, two hostesses walked onto the stage carrying trays.

Vincent Lombard and my mother-in-law were seated in their chairs, beaming at Theodore Grant and Clara Langley.

My mother-in-law appeared relatively composed, but as her gaze fell upon Clara Langley’s slightly protruding belly, a complex emotion flickered in her eyes, which she quickly suppressed.

Meanwhile, Vincent Lombard was grinning from ear to ear. When he saw Clara Langley gracefully approach him with a teacup, his smile grew even more brilliant, giving him a positively sleazy look.

’My eyes narrowed. The very thought that this adulterous pair had worked together to ruin my good name made me want to stare holes right through them.’

I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on the remote. Perhaps because I could finally expose their true colors with my own hands, my palms began to sweat.

Meanwhile, the emcee on stage was still working the crowd. I couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose, but he kept steering the topic of conversation toward Clara Langley and Vincent Lombard...

"Chelsea..."

Just then, Sebastian Forrest, who was beside me, nudged my arm. I turned instinctively, and he pointed ahead. "See that woman sitting down there?"

I followed his finger and saw an exquisitely beautiful and alluring woman sitting in the center seat of the front row. She looked to be in her thirties.

"Who’s that?"

Sebastian Forrest’s lips curved into a slight smile. "Vanessa Vance. Clara Langley’s mother."

’Clara Langley’s mother? Vincent Lombard’s unforgettable old flame?’

I was taken aback for a moment before it dawned on me. This was Clara Langley and Theodore Grant’s engagement party. Of course her mother would be here to attend her own daughter’s engagement ceremony!

My gaze fell back on Vanessa Vance. I had to admit, I could see why she was someone’s unforgettable old flame. Time hadn’t left a single trace on her. If she stood next to Clara Langley, people would probably mistake them for sisters, not mother and daughter.

But—

I subconsciously glanced around Vanessa Vance, only to see she was sitting there all alone...

"Where’s Clara Langley’s father? Didn’t he come?"

"That depends on which father you’re asking about."

Just then, Jude Miller, who was behind me, spoke up with a mischievous grin. "I take it you haven’t heard about the ’heroic deeds’ of Clara Langley’s mother back in the day."

"What about her?"

Jude Miller opened his mouth, then seemed to think better of it and stopped. He then continued in a vague tone, "You know what a ’player’ is, right? The kind who juggles several relationships at once. That Vanessa Vance has had countless men wrapped around her little finger. As for who Clara Langley’s father actually is... probably no one knows. I even suspect Vanessa Vance herself has no idea."

"As they say, ’like mother, like daughter.’ I guess you could call it a family tradition..."

"..."

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I never expected Dr. Miller to be so witty and humorous; it was quite a departure from my initial impression of him.

Perhaps it was Jude Miller’s playful banter, but the palms of my hands, which had been clammy with a mix of excitement and nervousness, gradually warmed up.

I instinctively glanced back at the stage. The emcee, seeing that the mood was lively, immediately moved on with the proceedings.

"Next, let’s invite the happy couple to serve the tea!"

Instantly, the guests below the stage burst into applause. The scene was incredibly lively.

Theodore Grant went first, so naturally, he was the first to serve the tea.

After he had served the tea, it was Clara Langley’s turn.

"Look how excited our Mr. Lombard is! He didn’t even have time to drink the tea from his godson—just took a tiny sip and set it aside. Are you afraid you’ll be too full to drink the tea from your future god-daughter-in-law?"

The emcee’s joke sent the whole hall roaring with laughter.

Vincent Lombard looked a bit awkward. Beside him, my mother-in-law, Helen Langley, shot him a glare, as if chiding him for his shameless impatience. It was utterly humiliating.

Vincent Lombard realized his behavior had been a bit inappropriate. However, he also knew that on such a joyous occasion, the emcee was just trying to liven up the atmosphere. No one would read too much into it; at most, they’d just assume he was exceptionally pleased with Clara Langley, his god-daughter-in-law.

At that thought, he smiled nonchalantly and quickly explained, "The tea was too hot..."

But it was a truly pathetic excuse.

After all, Mrs. Grant—Helen Langley—had just finished the tea Theodore Grant served her. For Vincent Lombard to then claim the tea was too hot was an excuse nobody would believe.

However, no one was paying attention to that right now, because the emcee had already cued Clara Langley, the god-daughter-in-law, to come forward and serve her tea.

Shedding her usual poised demeanor, Clara Langley approached with a shy expression on her face, holding out the teacup to Vincent Lombard. "Mr. Lombard, please have some tea..."

"Ah..." Vincent Lombard grinned eagerly and reached for the teacup.

But before he could touch the cup, the emcee stopped him. "Hold on! The bride-to-be hasn’t changed her form of address yet. You can’t accept this tea..."

Then, the emcee turned to Clara Langley with a smile. "Miss Langley, think carefully now, what should you be calling him?"

Clara Langley’s pretty face flushed. As her eyes met Vincent Lombard’s fervent gaze, her lips moved instinctively—

"M-Mr. Lombard, don’t... What if someone finds out?"

"I can’t take it anymore... Clara, be a good girl..."

Just then, an indescribably risqué audio clip echoed clearly throughout the hall. The color drained from Clara Langley’s and Vincent Lombard’s faces. They instinctively exchanged a look, their eyes filled with shock and panic.

’Wh-what was happening?’

’Why were their voices coming through the speakers?’

’And it was a recording of them doing... *that*!’

The sounds on the recording grew increasingly debauched, filled with the voices of a man and a woman.

The guests throughout the banquet hall looked at one another, their expressions turning strange.

Anyone could tell that the voices on the recording belonged to none other than Clara Langley and Vincent Lombard, the two people standing on the stage.

This... This...

’The world of the rich is truly a chaotic mess!’

"Who’s causing this trouble! This is a doctored recording! It’s fake!"

Just then, Vincent Lombard abruptly shot to his feet and roared, "Go and shut off the sound system! Now!"

True to the saying that age and experience always win out, after his initial panic, Vincent Lombard’s expression was relatively composed. The audio technician in the hall also hurried to cut the power to the sound equipment.

But the recording kept playing, and its contents grew even more uninhibited.

"I’m almost there... Clara, call me Daddy..."

"Dad... dy!"

As Clara Langley’s cry of "Daddy!" rang out, the hall exploded into an uproar.

Beside them, Theodore Grant’s face went deathly pale, the veins on his temples bulging.

Clara Langley was on the verge of panicked tears. She grabbed Theodore Grant’s arm. "Theo, these are all doctored recordings! They’re not real! You have to believe me!"