An Anonymous Confession Game Ruined My Wedding Novels & Stories

The day before my wedding, my friend sent me a link to a viral web app called 'A Conversation with Your Future Self.' Looking at my fiancee, Wilma Lambert, still asleep beside me, I decided to give it a try and sent a message. [Future me, I'm marrying the woman I've loved for seven years tomorrow. I'll definitely be happy after we get married, right?] The screen flickered, and a reply came almost instantly. [No. That's because your wife has already cheated on you. On your wedding night, she'll spend it with your best friend, Hank Gilbert.] The smile on my face vanished instantly. I frowned and instinctively argued back. [How is that possible? Apart from my parents, Wilma and Hank are t

Graham Whitmore had been with me for eight years, all while keeping another woman as his mistress for six. On the eve of our wedding, he swore he had finally cut ties with them. He threw money around, settling things with every woman he had been involved with and making sure I never lost face. I was overjoyed, thinking that, after all those years, I had finally made it to the other side until one flimsy pregnancy test changed everything. Graham drove through the night, tearing across state lines without a second thought, all to get back to his true love. They kissed beneath a tree as if no one else existed, as if I were the villain standing in the way of some tragic love story. So, I to

At a yacht party, someone suggests we play Two Truths and a Lie. The rules are simple. If someone calls your bluff and proves that you are lying, you have to take a penalty shot. When it's my turn, I look across the deck at my girlfriend of eight years, Claire Sullivan, and smile. "I'm getting married this year." Before anyone else can react, my best friend, Daniel Parker, raises his hand. "Bullshit. That's a lie. There's no way you're getting married this year." Laughter erupts around the table, and everyone turns to Claire, waiting for her response. Instead, she calmly picks up a glass of liquor and slides it across the table toward me. "You lost. Drink." Without hesitation, I pick

I didn’t have to wait long to find out what "the leak" was. By noon, my face was plastered across every gossip site and financial blog in the country. But it wasn’t a wedding photo this time. It was a video. The footage was grainy, taken from a distance at the dimly lit bar where I had first met Adrian. It showed us sitting together, me with my tear-stained face and messy hair, and him leaning in, looking cold and calculating. The headline underneath was a dagger to my heart: THE BILLIONAIRE’S HOAX: Was the Wolfe Wedding a Revenge Contract?

I pursed my lips helplessly and asked, "Do you really want to watch it with me?" "Of course," Luna replied without hesitation. "I want to do everything with you." I said nonchalantly, "The story was about a really loving couple. The woman cheated on her husband, so he divorced her and left her forever. Do you—" I fixed my gaze on Luna when I said that, for I wouldn't want to miss the slightest change in her expression. The color drained from her face when she heard that the man had left his wife forever. She clasped a hand over my mouth and asked, "Why would you watch something like that? It'll mess with your head. Don't worry. I'll never leave you.

At our wedding, Julian, the head of the Moretti family, declared his love for me in front of New York’s most powerful crime families. “Here’s to our marriage, my beautiful wife.” A second later, he ripped off my veil and whispered coldly in my ear. “And here’s to our divorce, Claire.” The tears of joy froze on my face. The wedding was supposed to cement an alliance between our families. An encrypted livestream was carrying every moment to the allies who couldn’t attend. As I stared in shock, he pulled Sienna—the woman who managed his family’s books—into his arms. She wore a white Versace gown. The bride’s color. “If you’d just let her have that necklace last week, none of this would be happe

"I crossed a line. I fell for Ilaria." On our wedding day, the car had barely pulled away when Matteo Rossi turned to look at me. He pointed at the seat beneath me and said coldly, "Last night, she sat right there, wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me. I couldn't hold back. We had sex in the car. "I guess I'm no different from any other man. I finally understand Luca. Ilaria really does have more fire in her than you." Luca was my ex-husband and Matteo's half-brother. Ilaria had been my only friend since childhood. Three years ago, I walked in on the two of them in my bedroom. The shock caused a late-term miscarriage. When I fell into the dark, Matteo was my light. And now he had b

During the wedding games, Julian Mullen breezes through every question the bridesmaids have carefully prepared. He lets out a smug whistle. "Come on, are we done yet? Don't keep me from marrying Cosmo." Cosmo Foster's best friend, Selene Vance, isn't letting him off that easily. "I've got one for you—what size shoes does Cosmo wear?" "She's a size 5.5, and she hates heels. She says they hurt her feet the moment she puts them on. So, even for the wedding today, I've got her a pair of flats." Selene blinks at his answer. "Cosmo, where on earth did you find such a good man?" Cosmo's sitting on the bed with her head down shyly, her face flushing. She and Julian have known each other for 2

"Jasmine's father came to me at the hospital. He said he would ruin Knight Systems and ruin your reputation if I released the full tape showing Jasmine pushing you. He said he'd say you attacked her first. He offered me money to stay quiet and to edit the tape to make me look like I stood frozen. We weren't broke - we were fine - but I was scared. I thought if I edited it, the public would hate me, not you. I thought I was protecting you by taking the fall. I was a coward. I took his money and I deleted the truth of how I rushed you to the hospital screaming." The record player crackled. Joe downstairs must have put a record on. Vinyl. And through the floor, faint, came our wedding song. We

After our daughter's death, my husband Josh Graham insisted that I play a game of confessions with May Lowe, his former flame. The first to confess was Mrs. Garcia, the maid I paid generously, who confessed that her negligence led to my daughter's burning fever. Before I could say a word, May was smiling magnanimously. "It's alright. Everyone makes mistakes—it's fine as long as no lasting harm has been done." And with that, she extended forgiveness in my stead. The second to confess was Josh himself. "I really regret snapping at Nana the day she died because I was stressed from work, and for not hugging her before I left the house." May shook her head with a tender smile. "As a breadwin