Being Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

My whole life is ruined! That's hardly something to celebrate. Unless they didn't know I left the groom at the altar. "How did you guys know?" I asked, searching their faces. Mae, another colleague who was about the same age as me, rolled her eyes. "How wouldn't we know? It's all over the news!" My heart skipped a beat. All over the news, as in, that I left the groom at the altar? I was getting more and more confused. Vera, seeing the look on my face patted my shoulder.

Leo's pov The church was empty. The flowers used for decoration were still there. The candles still burned softly near the altar. The guests were gone. Even the priest had disappeared. But I was still standing at the altar alone. Exactly where she left me. I stared at the church doors. The same doors Kiara had walked through less than an hour ago. The same doors I had imagined us walking through together as husband and wife. The same doors she passed through while leaving me at the altar to face shame.

“I am very glad to hear this from you, thank you for telling me,” I said finally, and meant it, in the strange, hollowed way you can mean something that should have broken you open and somehow didn’t. “Now I’d like you both to leave.” I let my eyes move away from them, back to the officiant, back to the unfinished sentence still waiting. “There’s a wedding happening here. And neither of you are part of it anymore.” Chapter 7: The Second Try

“It's alright, baby. Anytime you need reassurance, just let me know. I know it's hard for you dealing with this today, but just know that this marriage is for two years only. After that, we can be together.” I wipe my eyes gently. “It's alright. I need to head out anyway. It's almost time for the reception, and I've not gotten everything checked out.” “Are you sure you don't want to stay here for a while?” I shake my head, “I'd rather not.” He lets go off my shoulders. I am already at the door when I turn around to speak to him, “at the altar today, that should've been us,” I whisper one last time before I walk out.

“And I don’t need another ceremony. This is perfect.” His pack, her friends, this was exactly how a wedding should be. “That’s your cue to run, my friend,” Adele said. “To the top of the altar, to wait for her, not to run off. I don’t even think I’ve got control of my words anymore.” She shook her head, and Lisa laughed. Shadow leaned in, kissed her cheek, and then ran toward the altar. She saw there was a priest waiting. “This is happening,” Lisa said.

Steeling my heart and tightening my grip around the bouquet of spider lilies, I made my way to the altar. Alpha let go of my hand at the foot of the altar. Three figures stood on the altar.

I am blinded for a moment after which I notice that there is indeed no boyfriend at the end of the hall. Sebastian is… of course not there. "Are you really sure about this?" my father asks, worriedly, "You don't have to do this. You can still walk away." I squeeze his hand. "Trust me," I whisper, "I know what I'm doing." Slowly we begin to walk. As soon as we do I am aware of the murmurs around me. "She was left at the altar!" laughs one of the girls present, having what was meant to be a silent conversation with two other girls.

I felt relieved more than hurt that there was nothing stopping me anymore but I felt hurt that she lost our baby. "She's a bloody psycho, i tell you mate." Brad said shaking his head. "Why tell me now ?" I asked. "So that you can leave without any regrets." He gave me a pat on my shoulder. - I was standing at the altar with the priest and my grooms man. It had nearly been fifteen minutes. The bridesmaids made their way and I couldn't wait for it to get over with. Brad stood proud flaunting his suit for the camera's, of course i told her not to bring the media here but she did and it's her own mistake if you ask me. If it had been private no one would know that I left her on the alter-

After she left reluctantly, I finished preparing for the ceremony, hoping Lizzy would understand in time. Stepping out, I walked down the aisle to where he stood waiting with the priest. I can't believe I'm doing this. As I reached them, the priest asked me the dreaded question. When I hesitated at the altar, Mr. Alarcon tapped my shoulder and said "Say yes, what are you waiting for?" I took one last look at my parents in the front row and my friend Lizzy by the door. It's only for a year, I told myself. A year.

The man who, twenty minutes ago, had been balls-deep in my maid of honor. He stood at the altar looking like a fallen angel (dark hair perfectly tousled, blue eyes glassy with what the world would call “overwhelming love”). A single tear (an actual tear) slid down his cheek as I approached. Cameras flashed. Someone in the front row whispered, “They’re so in love.” I smiled. Wide. Beautiful. Deadly. “You asshole,” I breathed, so low only I could hear it. “Today you lose everything.” The hem of my Vera Wang dragged over white rose petals like I was rolling over his grave. My hands shook inside the lace gloves, but I forced them still. I would not cry. Not here. Not for him.