Ditched At The Altar Novels & Stories

That what began in love would end in grief? Perhaps running away from my mother’s house and marrying someone she didn’t approve of had cursed us from the beginning. Or maybe it was all just life unfolding in its most painful way. But either way, the consequences were undeniable. Diana, who once sat smiling in the front row, was now gone. Dead. Buried. And Tyler, who once waited for me at the altar as my groom, had taken his own life. Now here I was, walking back to the same place we were once joined together, to meet the same priest who blessed our union. This time not for celebration, but to arrange his burial.

Marissa Jones, my fiancee, and William Chase, her childhood friend, disappeared into the ensuite bathroom. Everyone else in the room was thoroughly amused by the situation. They aimed their phones at the frosted glass of the bathroom to record what was happening. We were at a luxury clubhouse, but the soundproofing wasn't all that great. Despite being separated by a door, I could still hear William's moans loud and clear.

Apollo froze for a long moment until he realized a terrible fact—I had left. The mating ceremony wouldn't happen. He stood at the altar, holding the wedding gown like a lost child. It appeared he had ruined everything. The night before, after receiving my message, his expression had been gloomy.

Men in suits already surrounded Nadine, helping out but Alex broke through the circle at once. He immediately crouched down beside Nadine. Lyra just watched in disdain as Alex scooped Nadine into his arms like second nature. Then he turned towards the altar, addressing the priest. “The wedding's postponed.” She tossed her bouquet aside, ripped off her veil and flung it to the floor. “No need, I'm done with you.” “What's wrong with you?” He snapped impatiently. “Why do you always have to be so dramatic? Can't you see that Nadine is sick?”

He always managed to defuse the awkwardness that had grown between us after years of estrangement. Mom would just peel and cut fruit by the side before handing them to me with a neutral expression. I finally recovered completely and was discharged soon after. On the day of my discharge, Alexander carried my bag and enthusiastically discussed plans for our honeymoon, either in the beautiful mountains or by a sunny beach. "Vivian!" A woman with disheveled hair and a foul sewer stench about her suddenly rushed out from behind the hospital flowerbed, lunging at me. Alexander immediately shielded me behind him.

"Harry, Joyce's drunk—come get her at the Imperial Club!" She even sent a photo. In it, Joyce was leaning against Finley, holding him closely around the neck. In the past, Joyce's friends had always disliked me, thought I was lame, and secretly rooted for Joyce and Finley to be together. Now, for the first time, one of them was calling me to pick Joyce up. I was puzzled when suddenly I heard the sound of glass shattering over the phone. Joyce yelled, "Stop calling him! I don't need him! He's broken up with me anyway! I'm going home with Fin tonight!"

Yvonne Sharp, my fiancee, and I are at the city hall, intending to get our marriage certificates for the 27th time. The staff member has just called our number when Aaron Sutton, Yvonne's stepbrother, suddenly bends over and grabs his stomach. "My stomach is killing me, Yvonne…" Yvonne immediately supports him, saying, "I'll take you to the hospital right now." Aaron quickly shakes his head. "You don't have to do that. It's a very important day for you and Charlie, so I'll just tough it out, Yvonne." He keeps a tight grip on Yvonne's sleeve despite saying so. Yvonne furrows her brow and says, "You don't have to tough it out. I'll take you to the hospital this instant, Aaron." She hands

“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

The night before my wedding day, I receive a call from my mother. She tells me that my fiance, Ivan Gerber, is in bed with another woman. Shaken and confused, I rush over to his place. When I open the door, there really is a woman I've never seen before standing there. "The wedding is off," I text Ivan immediately. At dawn, Mom arrives after rushing all the way from our hometown. She bursts into the room and pulls me into a tight hug as I sob in her arms. "It's okay," she cooed. "You still have me. I'll always be here for you." Ivan sinks to the floor in front of me, swearing he hasn't cheated. "That isn't my mistress. She's Jean's younger sister. Jean and the others came over to k

On the day Susie Smith and I are supposed to get married, her childhood sweetheart crashes the wedding. He says he is struggling with severe depression, and his only regret is never having gone through a wedding ceremony with someone. Susie immediately pulls her hand away from mine and announces that she'll go through the ceremony with him. She explains, "Mason, he's ill. Get off the stage and take a ten-minute break. I'll go through the ceremony with him." All 300 guests fall silent, and my parents are trembling with anger. With everyone looking at me like I'm a laughingstock, I calmly remove my groom's boutonniere and pin it onto her childhood sweetheart myself. I say, "Since you two ar