Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 495

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Damon and Fanny's wedding was nothing short of spectacular.

The guest list boasted every prominent business tycoon from the city's elite circles, and the lavish gifts on display left everyone dazzled with envy.

After the ceremony and reception, Ariana prepared to leave with Lambert.

Just as they were about to depart, an unexpected figure appeared before them.

It was none other than Irene.

Dressed in a soft white gown with her hair half-pinned up in a simple yet elegant style, Irene exuded an ethereal grace. The rest of her raven-black tresses cascaded loosely, swaying gently in the breeze. Her beauty was striking—gentle yet captivating, carrying an indescribable poise that only a woman who had once been married could possess.

The combination of these qualities made her utterly mesmerizing.

This was Ariana’s first time seeing Irene in person.

She was undeniably stunning—more so than any actress in the entertainment industry today. At that moment, Irene’s gaze lingered quietly on Lambert beside her. Ariana’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of coldness passing through them.

Irene seemed to realize her own impropriety.

With a self-deprecating smile, she finally spoke, her voice soft. "It’s been a long time, Lembert. This must be your wife." She turned to Ariana with practiced ease. "Pleasure to meet you. I’m Irene Harper—Lambert’s old classmate."

Lambert’s brow furrowed the moment Irene appeared.

Instinctively, he glanced at Ariana beside him.

Her expression was unreadable, but the faint smile playing on her lips as she studied Irene sent an uneasy prickle down his spine. Something told him this encounter wouldn’t end well.

A chill crept up his spine, sending an inexplicable shiver down his back.

Though Ariana couldn't rival Irene in sheer beauty, her delicate features held their own charm. What truly set her apart was her commanding presence, so striking that even standing beside the breathtaking Irene, she didn’t fade into the background. Instead, she held her ground with effortless poise.

Ariana glanced at her and offered a soft, composed smile. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Ariana White."

Irene’s gaze lingered on the woman beside Lambert, her heart twisting as if pierced by a blade. She tried to force a smile, but the pallor of her face betrayed her sorrow.

Deep down, she knew why Lambert had married this woman—because she resembled her.

And then there was the business alliance.

Yet, none of that dulled the ache in her chest.

It was the same regret that haunted her through countless sleepless nights after she had married her own fiancé. She regretted it—so bitterly.

Nearby, Madelyn had been watching the scene unfold. When she saw Irene staring desolately at the indifferent Lambert while Ariana looked down at her with haughty disdain, fury surged through her. She rushed forward, steadying the frail Irene, whose slight frame trembled unsteadily.

Then, with icy precision, she addressed Ariana, "Mrs. Stone, Irene isn’t in the best of health. If she’s offended you in any way, I hope you’ll be gracious enough to overlook it."

Her words carried an unspoken accusation—that Irene’s pallor was somehow Ariana’s doing.

Lambert’s brow furrowed slightly.