An Anonymous Confession Game Ruined My Wedding Novels & Stories

He walked out of the door leaving me with no choice. **** "We should hire a stripper," Ashley yelled over the loudspeakers in the club. It was now two days to my wedding and while the preparations had gone by smoothly, I couldn't stop thinking about Max’s betrayal and what Jennifer did with Ashley’s father. I tried to come up with different explanations but none of them made sense. When I announced the wedding to them, they asked no questions although I'm sure they suspect the reason, but all three of us had something in common, we did not like to talk about money rather the lack thereof. They cheered and hooted and Ashley playfully called me a traitor.

In two hours, I’d be in front of the world, pretending to love this man. Two Hours Later, the press conference room was packed. Cameras, reporters, flashing lights. I felt dizzy. I wasn’t ready. Reed stood beside me, looking completely calm. Meanwhile, I was sweating under my designer dress. My dad cleared his throat into the mic. “Thank you all for coming. Angie and Reed have something to share.” The room fell silent. Every eye was on me. I took a deep breath, gripping the mic. “First of all… I want to address what happened at my wedding.” My voice wavered. “Yes, the video was real. Giovanni betrayed me.”

A month before my fiance, Dante de Rossi, and I were supposed to get married, he insisted on having a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. I refused to agree to it, but he kept bringing it up every single day and stubbornly tried to persuade me. It was as if he were presenting a business deal that had to be accepted. Half a month before the wedding, I received an envelope from an anonymous sender. It contained a pregnancy report from a private hospital in Manhorne.

He lunged at the screen and shouted, "Don't look! Turn it off! It's fake!" He scrambled to reach for the controls, but his hands trembled so violently that he couldn't get a proper grip. Instead of shutting off the screen, he accidentally turned the volume up even louder. In the end, the wedding turned into nothing but a humiliating farce. … When my assistant messaged me about the scene unfolding at Micah's wedding, I had just returned home with Elijah. We had just wrapped up our wedding ceremony earlier that day. I glanced at the screen, then smiled. "Got it. You did great," I replied.

She held her phone, sending a quick message: “From now on, focus on the influencers and guests supporting Deviana. Make them start questioning the preparations. Create small confusion, then spread gossip. Don’t let Deviana and Arga feel secure.” Leviana, lingering on the other side of the hall, smirked slyly. She saw Arga calming Deviana, then whispered to Marceline, “Do it now. This is our chance to mess with their minds before the wedding day. Arga is too distracted by his attention on Deviana.” A few minutes later, the influencers Marceline had been monitoring began uploading photos with provocative captions: “Seems like there’s a bit of chaos in the wedding preparations. Arga looks tense

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

A day before our wedding, my fiancé, Vincent Anderson's friends egged everyone on. They wanted to play a "bride challenge" game. My best friend, Anna Reid, and I were answering the questions about Vincent at the same time. Every time I lost a question, I was to hand out one thing that belonged to the bride. The first question was on Vincent's favorite color. I answered black, and Anna answered blue. Even though Vincent did not own a single piece of blue clothing, everyone shouted in unison, "Anna's right!" I had no choice but to take off my wedding shoes. The next question was Vincent's what he most wanted to eat when his stomach hurt. I answered oatmeal porridge, and Anna ans

However, this particular scheme would haunt them for as long as they lived. … The wedding was held a week later, instantly landing the Gardner family on the trending list online. "Speculation of Insolvency Surrounds the Gardner Family of Bellevue Following Heiress' Unbecoming Wedding Ceremony." "How Did a Disfigured Man Manage to Join the Gardner Family? What are the Hidden Secrets Behind This Marriage?" Their wedding scandal sent Gardner Group's shares into a tailspin, wiping out half their value and stripping them of their status as one of the top three companies in Bellevue.

The marble floors of New York City Hall glinted coldly under the fluorescent lights. One minute remained until our scheduled appointment. Vincenzo’s phone went straight to voicemail for the forty-seventh time. I leaned against a marble pillar. Then my phone pinged. My informant had sent me a screenshot from Seraphina’s private Instagram story. Truth or dare went way too far. We actually got married. Below the caption was a photo. Seraphina and Vincenzo were holding a freshly signed marriage certificate.

Then I came across a post online. It had to be Thomas Pryor. There were several photos, and in the corner of one frame, a familiar watch and coat gave away that Renee and Piper had been there. The caption read, "New year, new beginnings." I stared at the dinner spread in the photo. There were three burnt steaks. Everything clicked then. I hadn't done anything wrong. They'd simply grown tired of me. Even my own daughter had gone along with it, and that was what gutted me the most. Tears pooled in my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back. I really was a failure.