After Eight Years She Left Me At The Altar For Her First Love Novels & Stories

“My late husband… we flipped. A shard of glass left its mark.” Kael froze. “Husband?” “Yes.” Her smile was razor-sharp. “A man who actually loved me. Who didn’t discard me like trash. He died two years ago.” Her lips brushed his ear. “Not everything revolves around you, Alpha. Not every tragedy is about the girl you… murdered five years ago.” She shoved him back. “Move. You’re blocking a far better view of the city.” Kael staggered, poisoned by doubt. A husband. A crash. Was he truly losing his mind?

Tears welled up in her eyes and she blinked them away rapidly. "I am telling you this so that you do not make the mistake of making the truth of our marriage public. I do not want a scandal." "A scandal," she repeated, brokenly, while Ronan watched her with eyes as cold as ice as he always did. But today, that ice was like a dagger, cutting through her heart into tiny little unmendable pieces. You break my heart and all you can think of is a scandal. She thought bleakly. For eight years she had loved him. With body, with soul, with heart and mind.

“From this moment on, Ethan Shaw, our engagement is over. From now on, neither of us has anything to do with the other.” “No!” He collapsed to his knees, desperate, trying to grab the hem of my gown. “Autie, I was wrong! Don’t go! Please, don’t leave me! “We’ve been together for ten years! How could you do this to me?” Watching him weep and wail, I could only feel the bitter irony. Had I known it would come to this, why waste all those years? I didn’t pay any more attention to his wailing. Taking my parents’ hands, I walked out of the church that had witnessed ten years of my humiliation.

she whispered My heart ached. With a sudden and intense pain I pulled away from her immediately, clenching my jaw. She loved me? I knew she did, but why had she left in the first place, Camilla wasn't here yet everything was going fine, why had she left me at the altar.

I was saving up to open a flagship bakery downtown, so I ran a half-price promotion on custom cakes for couples. My first customer was a young woman dressed to impress. "My boyfriend and I have been together for six months. Whenever my stomach hurts, he'll drop everything, even an important meeting, just to make me soup. When my depression and anxiety get bad, he'll stay on a video call with me all night. We're crazy about each other. He promised to propose once he gets his bonus this year." She couldn't stop smiling as she spoke to the camera. I reached for my sketchbook to start designing her cake when the door opened. A man walked in with an iced Americano and headed straight for her. I g

She did whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. When she decided to take my mother’s kidney donor, she simply did it. When she wanted to have a child with her ex-boyfriend through IVF, she did it. She took my love for granted and never really cherished our marriage. Even to this day, she failed to realize what she had done wrong. However, I would never tolerate or love her again. This eight-year twist of fate that began with me playing the hero was finally over. I had paid a painful price for this foolish love of mine.

He stared at the desk, all he could remember was how elegantly she walked in, her exquisite she looked, how gracefully she spoke and how she had announced it to his mother that she was rich. How could she do this to him? How could she break his heart the second time? Nine years, nine long years he had waited, believed that there must be a good reason while she left that night, that she would come back and explain everything to him and then they could go back to how they used to be but all along she had been married? Freaking married!

My powerful, doting CEO husband had always treated me like I was the center of his world. But the moment he made a wish and blew out the candles on his birthday cake, something changed. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at me like I was a complete stranger. “Who are you?” Then his expression turned frantic. “Where’s Vivian? “If I’m ever getting married, Vivian is the only woman I’ll marry!” He shouted the words and bolted out of the house. I was still standing there in shock when lines of floating comments suddenly appeared in front of me. [Hahaha, look at the supporting female lead. She’s totally stunned! The male lead just switched souls with his eighteen-year-old self. You

It was strong, the dream was so real and strong that, Now she was unable to erase it. She was only ten, but it was vivid because she was really in love with him despite their ages. She thought she would be his mate when they were seventeen. They promised each other at fifteen to be each other's mates not knowing what the future held. He left her when she was sixteen and never returned. At her seventeen, she knew he was her destiny, however, it was nothing but a tragedy. Unlikely, She wanted to move on, she thought once she hit adulthood, probably she would be able to love someone. But someone who was so used to the pampered love, the faithful love, she was unable to stand the cheating.

"I'm sorry… I didn't know…" Her apology sounded so hollow to me. The beating and the humiliation had wiped out the love I'd felt for her throughout the last seven years. "Let's break up," I said as I pulled my hand away. "No!" Natasha panicked. "I know I was wrong. Give me a chance…" Ignoring her pleas, I got out of the hospital bed and approached the nurse's station. "I want to be discharged from the hospital." Natasha ran after me and grabbed the edge of my shirt. "You can't just leave like this. We've been together for seven years…"