Being Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

I couldn't decipher the emotions hidden behind his serious expression. Now it was time for the bouquet toss, and the eager girls gathered, ready to catch it. According to tradition, I was supposed to be carried up by Alex for this part. However, observing his solemn face, I decided to abandon that hope. Instead, I walked alongside him towards the exit. With a quick flick of my wrist, I threw the bouquet over my shoulder, stealing a glance to see my best friend Tia catch it. That meant she would be the next one to walk down the aisle, and I would proudly stand beside her as her bridesmaid.

I closed my eyes a little and when I adjusted to the light, I saw the familiar man waiting at the altar with a priest. A piano background song started playing and the two men continued to drag me into the red carpet. While walking, I looked around. It's beautiful here. The walls, floor, ceiling, and chairs are all white. There is a large diamond chandelier by the altar and a few giant paintings of God. There are also white and red rose petals all around, lined up. As we reached the altar, the man to my left pulled out a gun and pointed it at my head. Shotgun marriage usually happens when there is an unintended pregnancy resulting in marriage in a hurry or enforced but... not in my case.

I gasped unintentionally at the change of heart and I must confess that makes me happy. “I love you, too.” I weakly smiled. 6:15 came and went. 6:45 came and went. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was wrong, but I had to leave my groom at the altar.

I ignore his question and hand Nate the letter. “What’s going on?” he asks taking the letter. The brothers watch Nate read the letter and after a while he stumbles back in shock dropping the letter and siting down. “What is going on?” Tay asks grabbing the letter on the floor. “Nate, I’m sorry for doing this to you again but I can’t marry you when my heart belongs with someone else. I love Shawn and I hope you find someone who will love you like you deserve to be loved. I’m so sorry for doing this to you.” Tay finishes reading and turns to Nate. He is just sitting on the floor, no reaction and none of us know what to say to him. What do you say to someone who has been left at the altar? He s

My aunt supported me Until we reached the door of the church. I'm already in the middle of the door slowly opening The door with the music Marry your daughter. I walked slowly while Tita was by my side. I just looked at the man standing at the altar who was cold. he looked at me and that surprised me. He was supposed to be happy because it's our day but I just ignored it and just smiled at him.

And why did it feel like the walk-down-the-aisle tradition was going on longer than normal? I hadn't realized the classic 'Here Comes The Bride' piano chorus was being played till we got to the altar. Uncle Faartz squeezed my right forearm and discreetly mouthed 'Shotgun License' to me before walking to seat in the second row on the left side of the altar beside his wife -Aunt Monica- I cracked a smile at her and she grinned, waving her hand.

From all those years of watching him from across my seat in class, I could tell when something was wrong. Nathan squeezed my hand and gave me a small smile. In a couple of months, we’d be the ones exchanging vows. My heart softened at the thought but my attention was dragged back to the altar where Zac’s Adam's apple bobbed. The pastor turned to Zac, his voice solemn now. “Zac, do you take Olivia to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”

Mixed with it all was a tinge of hope, a glimmer of possibility that somehow, amidst the trials and tribulations, love could find a way to bloom. My footsteps were steady, but my heart beat with a rhythm of conflicting emotions. It was a bittersweet journey down the aisle, a delicate dance between obligation and the longing for something more. I tried to compose myself, drawing strength from within as I approached the threshold of a new chapter in my life. As we reached the end of the altar, Alex's father gently placed my hand in his son’s hand. It was a symbolic gesture, signifying the joining of our lives in this solemn union. The priest's voice carried on, his words resonating in the sacr

The old man willingly obliged, he had no choice or option. While he waited for her at the altar, with a very wide smile stretched across his face, he did not know that the young female lad had another plan of hers. She left him stranded on the altar. She didn't give him a chance to get to know her, she was too smart, planning her escape on their wedding day, but she never was smart enough to know that he would find her sooner than later. Seven years was nothing to him..., definitely nothing. Now, he wasn't going to let her go, she was either going to yield to him, or yield to him, no other option, but first he had to know why she left him stranded on the altar and made a laughing stock.

Khana's heart pounded in her chest as she took slow, measured steps down the aisle in her pristine white gown, each footfall a whisper of trepidation. Her eyes, lined with kohl, were fixed on the altar where Richard, her fiancé, waited. She had dreamt of this moment her whole life – walking down the aisle, towards her soulmate to begin their journey together. She was staring at the altar and thought of the promise by her and the guy standing in the altar, holding a holy bible. As she neared the end of her journey, a strange sensation gripped her heart, making it hard to breathe.