Being Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

I heard her tell Aunt Hailey. About thirty minutes after Leah left, I was all done and ready to walk down the aisle to seal my loveless marriage. We all got into the car. Aunt Hailey had chosen to stay next to me and I knew it was all to keep me from changing my mind. Nathan was nowhere to be seen, and so were Leah and her boyfriend Ethan. I clasped my hands throughout the ride. Today will mark a turning point in my life, which might either be good or turn out to be a misery. Getting to the church, we all got down.

With a deep breath, I stood, my heart pounding with anticipation. The ceremony was set in a stunning clearing just outside the palace, where trees surrounded us, and flowers in shades of soft pinks and whites lined the aisle. I could hear the gentle murmur of the guests and see the soft glow of the lanterns hung from the trees. As my mother guided me down the aisle, my eyes locked with Kai’s. He stood at the altar, his gaze intense and full of love. My nerves melted away as I took each step closer to him, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. This was it. It was our moment.

“Ms. Shaw, please go see Zac! He got into a car accident on his way here. He’s already been taken to the hospital!” Fiona’s pupils shrank. Lucas reached out to stop her and pleaded in a low voice, “Don’t go. At least wait until the wedding is over. Please.” But it was too late. “The wedding is canceled.” The cold words fell from Fiona’s lips. She dropped the bouquet in her hand and ran toward the door. Within seconds, her figure disappeared completely from the entrance. Lucas froze where he stood. It felt as if someone had slammed a fist into his heart. The pain was so sharp he could barely breathe.

I was so happy, I was about to cry in joy. But as I walked down the altar, unlike in soap opera, the groom wasn't standing by the right hand side waiting patiently for me with a huge smile on his face, and in addition to what had me stressed out was neither were the best men, except only one of them, Marcus, who looked as dumbfounded as I was but masked it up with a smile.

"He is dying today." "That is a very murdery energy for someone who has been married for four minutes." Leander appears at my other side. He surveys my expression and apparently decides to try a different approach. "At least he showed up," he offers. I stare at him. "Some people get stood up entirely," he continues. "He was there. He said the words. Technically —" "I would have preferred to be stood up," I say. "I would have taken being stood up. Standing at that altar alone before the ceremony would have been considerably less humiliating than standing at that altar alone after it."

The setting for this pivotal moment was a small, picturesque chapel nestled near the university—a sanctuary adorned with flowers and soft candlelight. As Sophia, her arm linked with her mother's, walked down the aisle, the air hummed with a delicate melody. Larry, stationed at the altar, stood in reverent awe. His eyes, glistening with tears of joy and love, bore witness to the surreal reality that he was about to marry the woman who held the entirety of his heart.

I started and I had to end for the peace of their lives, she was in particular. My family is waiting for us and immediately go to the location of the event. The sacred place that will be a witness to the bond of life with the person who has been with me. The music introduced the arrival of the bride, who walked towards the altar, had echoed. I stood waiting for the bride to approach me without looking back. She is still Adelle, not Beatrice. I don't want Beatrice's face to always loom over me. Enough, we are finished. The marriage that should be happy but even leaves tightness in my chest. The affair left a longing that might not be able to be treated.

Rachel quickly left the room for the call. … A while later, she said, "I need to go out. Remember to show up tomorrow." The door slammed shut. Yet another sleepless night for me, then. … I wasn't going to attend the wedding, but I changed my mind, since I had to give the ring back to Rachel. However, the scene stunned me. Instead of me, the groom for the event was Jonathan. His name was sprawled all over the banner, and he was in a white suit, a bouquet in his hands. The guy was standing at the entrance, welcoming the guests to his wedding.

Flower girls scattered rose petals down the aisle as Evan, arm in arm with Anne, walked into the venue under the admiring gaze of the crowd. As the piano played its joyful melody, a symbol of happiness, I called the hospital to book an abortion. The guests whispered, as if I were the intruder, while the radiant couple on stage basked in their moment of glory. When their vows of love echoed through the hall, I couldn’t bear the probing stares any longer and fled in humiliation. Before I left, I glanced at my family sitting in the front row. They didn’t look surprised at all that the bride had changed.

Chapter 4 "I wasn't the one who left him at the altar, but I was the one who was left at the altar." Angelina didn't think this was how her wedding day would be, being left alone by her stranger husband. Even though it was fake and rushed, it still hurt her to be left alone in the eyes of people. There was no sting between them, but he was still supposed to wait for her.