My Wife's Bodyguard Slapped Me Thrice

At my wedding, my wife’s bodyguard was wearing the same suit as me. He was standing to one side.

When I was saying my vows, he suddenly stepped forward and slapped me.

I covered my face and looked at my wife, Amelie. She looked calm, as if she knew this would happen.

Seeing that she was not reacting, the bodyguard smirked and slapped me again. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth.

The guests below the stage were flabbergasted, even as rage burned within me. “Call the police!”

“You can’t call the police!” Amelie finally said.

My parents also suddenly shouted, “No one is allowed to call the police. Anyone who does would be opposing the Bennet family!”

I got slapped at my own wedding, and my wife’s bodyguard was the one who did it.

Amelie Darren was standing before me in her custom-made wedding dress and smiling gently. Her expression was warm.

Right then, a figure suddenly sped over from her side. It was Cole Martin.

Before I could react, there was a sharp smack, and the left side of my face burned with pain.

I was stunned. I covered my cheek as I looked at Cole in astonishment.

“Have you gone mad, Cole?” Rage rose within me, and I subconsciously wanted to shield Amelie behind me. She was not in a state to be frightened like this.

A ruckus immediately started up below the stage.

When I looked over, the blood seemed to freeze in my veins. My father was looking down into his glass, while my mother had turned her face away. They did not make a single sound in protest.

“Why?” I asked as I tried to suppress my anger.

Cole ignored me and pointed at my feet. “Mr. Bennet, where did the mud on your shoes come from?”

The mud on my shoes? I looked down at my shoes. They were shiny and made of leather. There was not a speck of mud on them.

“What kind of nonsense are you spouting?” He was making no sense.

“There’s mud there.” Cole’s voice was steely. “It’s red soil from the back garden.”

The back garden? I had not gone there at all today. After accompanying Amelie to her prenatal checkup, I came directly to the hotel.

“Cole,” Amelie began. She took a step forward and clutched my arm in a protective stance. “Eli’s shoe might have gotten muddy from our stroll this morning. It’s just a small matter. Did you have to slap him?”

Although it seemed like Amelie was defending me, she was instead confirming that I had gone to the back garden.

I looked at her in confusion.

Amelie immediately put her hand to her lower abdomen, as if in reminder to me.

Her action made me temporarily relinquish my suspicions.

Cole glanced at Amelie and said tauntingly, “A small matter? You’ll never get rid of something so dirty once it’s on you.”

The words stung. Below the stage where the guests were,