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The entire crowd fell into dead silence.

Even the burning flames seemed to halt for a moment.

The High Priest's staff suddenly thudded, and his murky eyes slowly turned towards Tang Feifei.

Tang Feifei's face turned ashen, her lips trembling like a fish tossed ashore.

"You're lying!" she retorted sharply, her fingers gripping the hem of her wedding dress, her knuckles pale blue.

"She's lying to you all. She was never pregnant! She's afraid Wang Haoxuan would leave her, so she pretended to be pregnant! Because she's had too many abortions, she can't get pregnant anymore!"

Wang Haoxuan abruptly raised his head, his face livid.

"What did you say!"

I stood at the edge of the altar, the gold thread on the bridal gown flickering in the firelight.

How ironic!

Finally, my chance for revenge came!

The crowd exploded into chaos, the High Priest's pupils narrowed sharply, and his staff slammed onto the ground with a "bang."

"Check her!" he roared.