Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 594 Apology

"Noooooooooo!!" Collapsing onto his knees, Jack unleashed a piercing scream, his heart shattering once more.

Helplessly, he watched his longtime crush lock lips with some mysterious stranger in a heated embrace. The deep affection flowing between them hit him like a wave.

'Fionaaa, what did he do to you? I-It has to be some kind of deception, I can still rescue her…' Barely managing to rise, Jack felt a surge of murderous rage boiling inside him.

At that instant, he burned with the desire to end Vritra right there.

Over on the dance floor, Vritra's mouth moved against Fiona's, their tongues brushing teasingly.

From the side of his vision, he spotted Jack and smirked to himself inwardly.

Their mouths parted, and Vritra planted a kiss on her cheek before trailing his lips to her silky neck.

A soft whimper escaped Fiona as Vritra drew away; she met his gaze directly.

With a stunning smile lighting her features, she leaned in and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

Another devastating strike landed on Jack. Now Fiona was even initiating the kiss with this man.

They swayed together for a few more moments, then Fiona gracefully switched spots with Diana, stepping aside to join Yasmine and the rest.

'W-What is this…' Jack gaped in shock as the goddess's form molded against Vritra.

He refused to accept the scene unfolding. Surely the goddess couldn't have fallen for the same trick or hypnosis, could she?

Yet seconds later, their lips collided in a brief, intense kiss, with the stunning Diana responding eagerly.

Following that, Diana swapped places with Vanessa and exited the dance area.

"Honey, you really know how to shatter him and stir up his envy." Vanessa murmured close, their noses brushing, bodies flush against each other.

"He's begging for it." Vritra shook his head, then claimed his mother's lips in a deep kiss, savoring their softness.

Vanessa let out a quiet, muffled sound of pleasure, relishing the taste of her son as their mouths melded and tongues intertwined.

Jack stood there in total stunned silence, rooted in place and unable to process the reality.

Right after Vanessa came Yasmine's moment. She let out a playful giggle, fully aware of her husband's scheme, and boldly leaned in for the kiss.

Every woman who had shared a kiss with Vritra was breathtakingly stunning, far surpassing any beauty from Earth.

And yet, they were all bound to him romantically?

Then, clasping Yasmine's hand, he led the way off the floor, his wives trailing behind.

He skipped kissing Teresa in that spot because her face hid behind a veil—though it was merely an illusion.

Jack dropped to his knees yet again. He sensed something was terribly off but couldn't quite identify it.

Springing up suddenly, he dashed toward the group in a frenzy. His chest felt ready to explode, overwhelmed by fierce jealousy.

"Fiona, goddess, what did he do to all of you? Why are you with him?" As he neared, Jack yelled out.

But at that very moment, an announcement echoed through the air.

"We will now be calling the groom on the stage." It was Shen, as usual handling the announcements, positioned next to a priest.

The very same priest from Teresa's wedding. Sweat poured down his face; he just wanted to rush through this ceremony.

Shortly after, a handsome young man began heading to the stage with his companions.

Vritra had no prior encounter with him, so he spared little notice.

Scanning the surroundings, his awareness zeroed in on his foes. Oracle had returned, this time in fresh attire.

"This is Jean Trant, the most outstanding young man in the entire world. He has defeated everyone in every competition, and I can say that no one else is better for my daughter than him." Shen declared, beaming with immense pride.

Vritra arched a brow. The youth held general rank and appeared skilled in combat.

'Well whatever, it is about time we start the real show.' He mused.

The youth in focus radiated arrogance. He surveyed the crowd as though everyone else was insignificant.

His family had already merged into the Fords, positioning him as a live-in son-in-law.

His eyes settled on Vritra. Though he was wedding into a higher generation, their ages being close fueled Jean's rivalry.

Sniffing disdainfully, he jabbed a finger at Vritra and beckoned him over.

'Sigh, some people just couldn’t live in peace. He hasn’t even become a Ford and already wants to fight me.' Vritra thought and simply dismissed him.

"Why? WHY? Fiona, answer me, why this guy? I know you love me, he hypnotized you, right? Don’t you recognize me, I am Jack! H- How can you just kiss…" Jack paid no mind to the wedding proceedings.

"Huh? Have you finally gone crazy? Of course I love him, and there has just been one person in my life, my husband." Fiona replied with a scowl, clinging to Vritra's arm.

"Wha-? How is that just one person? Weren’t you with Vritra before and now him? How could you do this to me?" he demanded, tears streaming down his face.

"Whatever, don’t disturb us. You look ugly and you stink. Go somewhere else. Any girl would rather remain single than be with you." Fiona snapped, then turned away from him.

Jack gripped his chest tightly, his heart deeply scarred, yet he refused to accept the dismissal.

Meanwhile, Jean scowled at Vritra's indifference.

He bent toward a friend and whispered: "Isn’t that Teresa’s husband? Who are those women around him? What relation does he have with them?"

"Yes, he is Art Yate, and those women are Vanessa Arclis, Yasmine, Fiona Arclis, Diana Arclis and of course Teresa." The friend replied.

"Hah, so shameless. He is here and still mingling with other women, acting so proud. Let’s show him his place." Jean said, jealousy gnawing at him.

The obvious trigger was the stark contrast between Teresa and Tiny.

As Jean ascended the stage, Shen's voice boomed once more: "Now, let’s call the most beautiful girl in the world, my daughter, Tiny Ford!!"

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers, the sky bursting with vibrant fireworks.

All eyes searched eagerly, but the bride remained unseen.

Vritra turned to Teresa and murmured: "Where is this niece of yours? Is she not coming?"

Her role was crucial to his scheme, or how else could he psychologically torment Sir Giant.

"Oh uhm, she is coming." Teresa replied, gesturing skyward, where soon a woman barely three feet tall appeared.

Clad in an elaborate bridal gown, she cut an odd figure.

'Tiny for a reason, huh.' Vritra felt genuine astonishment. He hadn't realized the name described her so literally.

Jean glanced at his soon-to-be wife, who didn't even reach half his height, then back at Teresa, the epitome of beauty.

Two hearts in the hall seethed with fury and envy, both fixed on a common target: Vritra.

"Pfft." Vritra let out a light chuckle, then aimed at Jean and Tiny with a thumbs-up gesture.

Implying it was a perfect heavenly match.

"You!! Father, he insulted me. Call him here now to apologize or I won’t go forward with this marriage." Abruptly, Jean glared at Shen and insisted.

He was confident the Ford family's influence left even Art powerless.

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