Dying On Our Wedding Week He Saved Her Instead の小説・ストーリー

The typhoon swept around us. There was only one space left in the rescue truck, and my fiance, Derrick Lodge, reached out for me without hesitation and hoisted me into the car. I was saved. However, his first love, Victoria Rayne, died on the spot after getting struck by flying debris whilst waiting for the next rescue truck. Derrick never brought up the incident again after we returned home safe and sound. In fact, he didn't even attend Victoria's funeral. Instead, he held a grand wedding and married me.

I hissed. He frowned, his tone almost pleading. "I swear, this is the last time. I know you're hurting over Gail, so I'm postponing the wedding. We'll give her a proper funeral. If you want to say goodbye, stop fighting me." "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice cracking. He seized my hand, his smile smug when I didn't pull away. But as he led me out, he stopped dead. In the hall, before Gail's memorial shrine, a crowd danced under flashing lights to a thumping beat. Her photo lay crushed under Lori's stiletto, warped beyond recognition.

First I get a chance to make my loved ones happy and then I get a chance to find Theodore and my father's murderer, maybe I might be able to learn why Truce suddenly wants marriage too. It would be a busy five years and it would go faster than I thought, won't it? No. I scream in my head and decide to focus on the matter at hand, exchanging vows that I’d sooner turn to a goblin than keep. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the officiant starts. “We're gathered together to celebrate the union of Truce King and Janelle Ronan.” He turns to us with a bright smile. “You may now say your vows.” Truce takes my hand gently and starts to recite the vows without waiting for the officiant’s lead.

Damien and Sarah exchanged rings. The officiant proclaimed, "Two rings bind them together for life. Let's give this happy couple our warmest applause!" All the guests had smiles on their faces as they clapped enthusiastically. Amidst the thunderous applause, Ethan slowly stood up. "Emily, I have to go now, or I'll miss your funeral." "Wait!" It was Damien who spoke.

“When he’s outlived his usefulness…Papa will know what to do with a loose end.” I stood there, carved from ice. I remembered saving a man from drowning in Lake Tahoe. He had nearly died, and I had given him air until his color returned. I had almost forgotten his face—but now, piece by piece, it all came back. It was Nicholas. None of it mattered. My wedding was hours away. I returned to Sophia, finished my drink with a steady hand, and embraced her tightly. “Remember me,” I whispered.

she murmured, “if you die before I enjoy being your wife... I will resurrect you just to kill you again.” “Damn! That's romantic.” “You know what’s romantic? Not dying on our wedding night.” *** The convoy exploded less than a mile from the safehouse. I remembered the blast and the heat that came out of it. The sound of metal ripped apart like paper. I remembered Keller screaming my name, dragging me out of the wreckage. I remembered trying to stand with blood pouring down my leg and my head spinning. My heart was slowing like it didn’t want to beat anymore and I remembered one thought just one right before I passed out.

“Now, do you believe it?” I kept my head down, hiding the resentment in my eyes. In my past life, I blamed myself for Hank’s sudden death. On our wedding anniversary, I made a passing comment about craving the mousse cake from across the street. Jumping to action, Hank grabbed his jacket and ran out. He never came back. A speeding truck struck him, the force so big that it ripped his body apart. When I got the call and rushed over, Judy and Lyra were already there.

“Now, Daisy. I did not bring a shotgun to this damn wedding! There has got to be some kind of explanation for all of this.” “There is one all right!” Daisy shouted back. “Revenge! He’s gone and done it. Left me at the altar!” Tears rolled down her face as she clenched her hands into fists. “Daisy calm down!” someone shouted from the crowd. “DEAD!” she repeated like she only knew one word in all the world’s vocabulary. “Daisy!” Rand shouted from somewhere. She stilled as his voice cut through her shock and rage. “Where are you dead man?”