Her Butler Slapped My Bride,So I Called Off the Wedding and Revealed Who I Really Am

Summary

The wedding was supposed to happen right after the New Year. But just as the ceremony began, my fiancée's trusted butler rushed onto the stage and spanked her—right in front of everyone.

"There was a mosquito."

He flashed me a grin, raising his palm to reveal a faint red mark.

"It's below freezing outside. Where exactly would a mosquito come from?"

I narrowed my eyes, anger already coiling in my chest.

But before I could say another word, my fiancée spoke up in his defense. "What do you know? There are cold-resistant mosquitoes now."

"Darren was helping me. You should be thanking him."