HE INVITED HIS “POOR” EX-WIFE TO HIS WEDDING TO SHOW OFF HIS WEALTH — BUT THE ENTIRE CHURCH FROZE WHEN SHE ARRIVED IN A BILLION-PESO CAR WITH TWINS WHO LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE THE GROOM
Mark was a man blinded by the shine of money. Three years ago, he kicked his wife Rhea out of their home.
Back then, Rhea was a simple housewife—thin, always wearing a duster, with no money of her own. When Mark was promoted to Manager at a company and met Angelica, a rich socialite, he felt that Rhea no longer fit his “level.”
“Leave, Rhea,” Mark said as he threw her clothes out the door. “We’re no longer compatible. Look at yourself—you smell like the kitchen. You’re embarrassing to bring to parties. Angelica is the woman who belongs with me.”
Rhea left in tears. She had no money. No place to go.
And what Mark didn’t know… Rhea was pregnant that night.
Three years passed. Mark was about to marry Angelica in what was being called the Wedding of the Year.
Wanting to rub his success in Rhea’s face and show her how miserable the life she left behind was, Mark sent her an invitation.
On the back of the card, he wrote:
“Come so you can at least eat something good for once. Don’t worry, there’s food even for beggars. Come see the woman I replaced you with.”
Rhea received the invitation. She didn’t get angry.
She simply smiled.
THE GRAND WEDDING
The wedding day arrived. It was held at the Grand Palacio Hotel—the most expensive venue in the city.
Everything sparkled. Guests wore gowns and tuxedos. Mark stood at the altar like a king. Angelica was in the holding room, admiring herself.
“Do you think your ex-wife will actually show up?” Mark’s best man asked.
“Probably,” Mark laughed. “She’s starving, after all. She’ll come just to take home food. She might even show up in slippers. I’ll seat her at the very back, near the kitchen.”
They laughed, waiting for the arrival of a poor woman they could mock.
Luxury cars began to arrive—BMWs, Mercedes-Benzes, Land Cruisers.
Then suddenly, chaos erupted outside the hotel lobby.
“Whose car is that?!”
“I’ve never seen one like that in real life!”
Everyone turned toward the massive glass windows.
A Midnight Blue Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped at the entrance.
A car fit for billionaires and royalty—worth more than Mark’s entire wedding.
A uniformed driver stepped out and opened the door.
THE RETURN OF THE QUEEN
A foot in Christian Louboutin heels touched the ground.
Then a woman stepped out.
She wore a red velvet gown by a famous Parisian designer. A diamond necklace shimmered around her neck. Her hair was flawless, her skin radiant, her presence powerful.
It was Rhea.
No longer the woman who “smelled like the kitchen.”
She now looked like the CEO of an empire.
Mark froze.
“R-Rhea?”
But the shock wasn’t over.
Rhea turned back to the car and helped two children step out.
Twin boys.
They wore matching, tailor-made tuxedos and looked like little princes.
Holding their hands, Rhea walked into the lobby as if down a red carpet.
As they walked down the aisle, guests gasped.
Not because of Rhea’s beauty.
But because of the twins’ faces.
Their eyes… their noses… their features…
They looked exactly like Mark.
Like perfect copies of him as a child. No DNA test needed.
The twins were undeniably the groom’s children.
THE CONFRONTATION AT THE ALTAR
Rhea stopped in front of Mark.
The church fell silent—even the priest froze.
“Hi, Mark,” Rhea said calmly. “Congratulations. Thank you for the invitation. You said I should come so I could eat something good. So I brought my children.”
Mark turned pale. His hands trembled as he pointed at the twins.
“W-Who are they?” he asked hoarsely.
Rhea looked at the boys.
“Kids, say hello to Uncle Mark.”
“Hello,” the twins said in unison—their voices eerily similar to his.
“Rhea…” Mark whispered. “Are they my children?”
Rhea smiled bitterly.
“Yes, Mark. The night you threw me out in the rain—when you dumped my belongings and called me trash—I was already two months pregnant.”
The guests gasped.
“You kicked out a pregnant woman?!”
“That’s cruel!”
“I had nowhere to go,” Rhea continued calmly. “I slept on sidewalks. I worked as a laundry woman while my belly grew. I nearly lost the babies from hunger.”
“T-Then how did you become rich?” Mark stammered. “How did you raise them?”
“Because of anger,” Rhea answered. “Anger became my fuel. I sold homemade meals. They became popular. I opened a small eatery. It grew into restaurants. And now—I own Rhea’s Cuisine, a chain with 50 branches nationwide.”
Mark froze.
The restaurant Angelica loved the most…
Rhea owned it.
“So thank you, Mark,” Rhea added. “If you hadn’t thrown me out, I might still be your maid. Because of what you did, I became a billionaire.”
THE WEDDING COLLAPSES
Angelica, already in her wedding gown, rushed out of the elevator.
“What is going on here?!” she screamed. “Rhea?! Why are you here?! And who are those children?!”
She looked at the twins.
Then at Mark.
Her face went pale.
“M-Mark… you have children?”
Mark couldn’t answer.
Suddenly, regret crushed him.
Angelica’s family was drowning in debt. He married her for status.
But Rhea… was self-made, powerful, wealthy—and the mother of his children.
“Rhea,” Mark begged. “They’re my kids! I have rights! Let’s get back together! We can be a family again! Let’s leave this wedding!”
The guests went wild.
He grabbed Rhea’s hand.
She pulled away instantly.
“Rights?” Rhea laughed. “You lost that right the moment you chose her over the woman who truly loved you.”
She turned to the twins.
“Luke, Liam, have you seen him?”
“Yes, Mommy,” they replied.
“He is your father. Look at him carefully. Because this is the first—and last—time you will ever see him.”
“Rhea! Please!” Mark screamed.
“Let’s go,” Rhea said.
She turned away, her gown flowing elegantly as she walked out with the twins.
“Rhea! My children!” Mark shouted, trying to run after them.
But Rhea’s bodyguards blocked him.
Mark collapsed to his knees.
At the altar, Angelica slapped him hard.
“You bastard! Leaving me for your ex? We’re done!”
She ran out in tears.
Mark was left alone in the church—no bride, no wealth, and watching the woman he once discarded drive away in a Rolls-Royce with the children he would never have.
That day, Mark learned the most painful lesson of all:
The trash you threw away yesterday
was the gold you are desperately searching for today.
