An Anonymous Confession Game Ruined My Wedding Novels & Stories

As soon as I logged onto the server, both the public chat area and my private mailbox were overwhelmed with messages. I quickly read through them. Someone tried to dissuade me from divorcing Noah. After all, we had been married in the game for such a long time. Some teammates who had never liked me to begin with criticized me for being ungrateful, kicking Noah away after I had no use for him. Halfway through the messages, I finally figured out what was going on. I had unknowingly annulled the marriage with Noah two hours ago. However, I had been catching up on a good night’s sleep two hours ago.

Did she just say- "I mean, we never had the big wedding. But a private ceremony in Vegas? Champagne, silk sheets, and a promise in front of a half-sober Elvis impersonator. That counts, doesn't it?" My stomach twisted. I looked at Jeffery. His jaw clenched tight, but he said nothing. Celine turned back to him with a mock expression of innocence. "You didn't tell her? Oh, honey… I thought we agreed no more secrets." My breath turned shallow. The room swam slightly as the crowd stared. "Is this true?" I whispered, my voice cracking. "You married her?" "It's not what you think," Jeffery said instantly. "It was years ago, I was drunk... we were both drunk, young and foolish. It was annulled."

From my phone, I could see that Anthony and Christopher had gone ghostly pale, and their bodies swayed as if the ground had just disappeared beneath them. Just five days ago, they publicly humiliated me at the wedding I had planned down to the last detail just for Erica's sake. And now, five days later, they still let her stand beside them as a bridesmaid. But this time, I had already started over. I set my phone down—and with it, I let go of everything that came before. As the exposé ended, another livestream of mine and Levi's wedding began. The wedding Anthony assumed I was planning for him… was actually mine and Levi's to start with.

"And the video at the wedding? That was all Amy's idea. I trusted her, and she drugged me. The man in the video was Kyle Prescott, but that wasn't her plan. She had arranged for another guy to sleep with me, unaware Kyle would be there that night." Lucas' eyes widened, his face pale. Like this was a new confession to him , probably he doesn’t know about it The room's attention shifted from me to Amy, demanding answers. Maya, Pascal, and Trixy exchanged uneasy glances. "The wedding wasn't an arranged marriage," I said, struggling to hold back tears. "I never wanted things like that, but things ended that way... The only mistake I made was trusting someone I called my best friend." My voice cr

!! LESBIAN SEX !! The white dress was a ghost hanging on the back of the hotel room door. It watched me as I paced, the plush carpet doing nothing to soothe the frantic energy thrumming through me. “I can’t do it, Hayley.” The words tumbled out, a confession I’d been holding in for months. Hayley looked up from the magazine she was pretending to read. Her expression was all soft concern. “Can’t do what, Joye? Get married? It’s a little late to be backing out.” She tried for a teasing smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

"The wedding can go on as planned tomorrow. Don't let me ruin everyone's mood." With that, I turned and walked toward the exit. Hunter seemed about to say something. But Tiffany suddenly clutched her neck, her voice trembling as she whined, "Hunter… it hurts so much…" Hunter instinctively turned back, and Gabriel immediately looked at her as well. In that brief moment, I walked out of the backstage area. By the time they looked back again, the door had already closed. And I never looked back. That night, I returned to my new house and canceled every single wedding reservation, one by one.

I was supposed to be strategizing my escape, plotting espionage, and figuring out how to survive my wedding night, yet here I was reminiscing about Aaron Adams,a guy who probably wouldn't give a single, solitary fuck if I walked into oncoming traffic. And speaking of which... Wait a minute. Was I actually going to have to sleep with Mr. Anonymous tonight? It was our wedding night, after all. Legally speaking, I had just signed away my independence on dotted lines that bound me to this faceless stranger. A hot wave of sheer panic, embarrassment, and absolute disgust washed over my face, and I violently slapped my own forehead, mentally screaming at my brain to stop drifting into such horrify

It was nearly midnight before the celebration finally wound down, the lake dark and quiet beyond the terrace, most of the guests retired for the evening, Vivienne finally alone with her new husband beside the same window where he'd once told her, on their very first weekend here, that he wanted to marry her for real. Her phone buzzed softly on the table, an email notification lighting up the screen, and she almost ignored it entirely until she saw the sender. An anonymous address. No subject line. A single attachment. She opened it with cautious, curious fingers, and felt her breath catch as an image filled the screen, a photograph, recent, clearly taken sometime that very evening, showing t

Just before the wedding starts, Mom suddenly clutches her chest and collapses. I drop everything and rush her to the hospital. The moment we pull up to the emergency room, my phone buzzes with a text in the family group chat. "Davian's at the hospital. I lured him away. You guys can start the wedding now." A second later, Dad replies, "Good. Kayden's already up on the main stage." Then my sister, Elaine Burke, chimes in, "Kayden's waited ten years for this. Now he can finally marry Leah out in the open." Within seconds, all three messages are deleted from the chat. Then my best friend, Simon Cohen, accidentally drops a video clip of the ceremony right into the group. In the video, my

On the night before my wedding, the bridal party is too excited to sleep, so someone suggests a game of anonymous confessions. Everyone writes down one thing they want to say to me, the groom-to-be. I eagerly close my eyes, expecting heartfelt wishes and congratulations, but the first note stuns me. "You bastard. If you weren't forcing my sister to marry you, Lyle would be my brother-in-law!" Lyle Thomas is my best friend. Just three hours earlier, he called to apologize, saying a last-minute business trip had come up and he couldn't make it to the wedding. My hands tremble as I continue reading. "That watch she gave you as a wedding present is one Lyle turned down. He said it looked ch