Dying On Our Wedding Week He Saved Her Instead Romane & Geschichten

He would then sit at my grave and our child's, drinking until dawn with tears streaming down his face. Just when my soul had finally decided to forgive him, he chose to marry Jo instead. On the very day we had originally planned for our wedding. The whole Marchetti family celebrated for him, certain he'd finally moved past his grief. Instead, he put a gun in his mouth on his wedding day and pulled the trigger. His last words were that if he ever got the chance to live it all again, he'd choose me without a second's hesitation. And somehow, that single line had been enough to fool me. Some small, stupid hope had lingered in me. I thought that maybe this time, he wouldn't leave me to burn.

"Had?I...I didn't know. Did she leave...you?" "I wish she did. I'm the kind of man that a woman would divorce, isn't it?" She bit her lip awkwardly. I mean he did look like the kind of man who would scare a woman off but with the way things were going she refrained from speaking. "For your information, milady, she died. Yeah, two years back some drunk moron tries to run her off the road and as she tries her best to avoid him, she...she hit a freaking pole. Funny thing is the moron escaped unharmed but my ruby...she suffered asking for help. Asking people to save our baby. To save our child. Our miracle"

The entire wedding erupted in chaos, Calista ran to the altar to save her son but got pushed violently by the rabid lady. Tears pooled Bianca's eyes, she gathered the folds of her wedding dress that were sweeping the ground and broke into a run. Some security men run to Damien's aid to drag his alleged mistress away. She was already on his back as she held him on chokehold, refusing to let go. She clung to him like a leech. It took a lot of pulling and tugging to get her off his body.

I was unrecognizable after the accident. He could not see my face. He could only identify me by the birthmark on my shoulder. “Moon… Moon…” When he saw my terrible injuries, he broke down and cried as he held me. Eventually, he became so overwhelmed that he started to gag and fainted. The butler had no choice but to take him away. The next day, the butler talked to Nathan about where to bury me. He suggested a nice spot on the east side of the city because I always loved being outdoors.

My now husband breathed a sigh of relief that the ceremony was over. “Help me out of here,” he snapped at the man beside him. I almost flinched at how angry his voice sounded. “Yes, Mr. King,” the man said shakily, wheeling him out. The murmurs increased, and the priest looked at me in more pity. I started feeling dizzy, the tears that I have been suppressing weighing on my fragile heart. I couldn’t take the murmurs and harsh words anymore. Slowly I fell, losing consciousness. The wedding probably wasn’t the saddest thing that happened that unfortunate day. It was the fact no one reached out to me when I fell. I was surrounded by strangers. That was the saddest thing.

My mother-in-law, Kate Irwin, has a hood over her head and a time bomb strapped to her body. Ten seconds are left. My husband, Sean Quimby, could have saved his mother. As Efton's top bomb disposal expert, Sean could cut the right wire without breaking a sweat. Instead, he hands the wire cutters—the tool that will decide whether Kate lives or dies—to his sobbing intern, Yara Gibson. I watch as Yara cuts the wrong wire. The timer hits zero. A wall of flames engulfs Kate. The blast wave slams into me, but Sean's first instinct is to pull Yara into his arms. He even turns his back to shield her from the flying debris, gently soothing her. "Don't be afraid. I'm here." He doesn't even sp

Lucas’ POV I leaned my shoulder against the doorframe, watching my wife navigate the delicate conversation with a steadiness that still managed to catch me off guard. Months ago, I had met a frightened, dying woman in a smoky bar who fought off every attempt to help her with teeth and claws. Now, she sat calmly in a sterile hospital room, leaning over a stranger’s bed with an infinite well of patience, offering the kind of raw, undeniable truth no doctor had ever given me.

It's the night before my wedding, and my best friend, Eric Cooper, invites me out to a club to celebrate my last night as a "bachelor". After putting on my jacket, I grab my keys, only to see a bunch of words appear out of nowhere and hover right before my eyes. "Don't go! As soon as you enter that suite in the club, Eric's going to report you for soliciting a prostitute! Holly, your wife, is also going to produce a falsified injury report and upload a video exposing you for domestic violence and for cheating on her even after you two have registered your marriage! "Eric will use that as his excuse to beat you up for your shamelessness. But once they take you to the ER, Holly will sign th

On our wedding anniversary, I took my wife, Kacey Winston, and our daughter, Aimee Fitz, on a cruise. However, Kacey secretly brought her childhood sweetheart along as well. There was a shipwreck, and Kacey stole the lifeboat I found and took it for herself. She had no regard for my survival and focused only on helping her lover escape. Aimee cried hard and held onto Kacey’s pant leg while begging her. “Save Dad, Mom! Save him!” Kacey kicked Aimee into the sea with hatred in her eyes. “If you don’t want to come with me, die with that useless piece of trash!” When we both ended up on a deserted island, we already found Kacey and Saddler there. I found out about their plot to have

I said, unsure of how else to respond. Orion set down his drink, his expression melancholy. "Later, after their deaths, the people found out that Marlene was just trying to save them all. They couldn't express their heartache, so they made her death day a holiday. They go there that day to give her and her beloved flowers." He paused, a sad smile crossing his face. "They are known as the best couple in history."