Dying On Our Wedding Week He Saved Her Instead Novels & Stories

I don't want to even think about what they would have done to me if he hadn't showed up. It will be the greatest trauma of my life. I might even die. They are five huge men. I would die if they had their way with me. I won't be able to survive it. But thank goodness he came. Thank goodness Eli came for me. But.... wasn't he supposed to get married today? Today is his wedding. Did he.....did he dump Angela at the Altar? I mean, he is still in his suit. This is the jacket on me. That means he is coming from the altar. He actually left Angela just to save me.

"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"

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I receive a strange photo from a friend back home. "Why is your wife working at a nightclub?" his message reads. In the photo he sent, my wife, Gwendolyn Shaw, is wearing a tight-fitting skirt. She looks utterly miserable as a group of men forces alcohol down her throat. I am the richest man in Shenton City. So why on earth is my wife entertaining men for money at a nightclub? Before I can question her about it, she sends me a selfie from a hospital checkup. "It's been three whole years since you left the country, honey. I miss you so much…" I stare at the photo in disbelief. My beautiful wife has shaved her head. Her skin is dry and sallow, and

I hadn't just invited my relatives and friends to the funeral—I'd also invited several content creators with huge followings. Phrases like "best friend" and "have a child with my husband" combined together were guaranteed traffic magnets—never mind what Evangeline proceeded to say next. Throwing caution to the wind, she cried, "Mari, I'm begging you. Save my son! Sean can't die!" I spread my hands and shrugged helplessly. "That's five million dollars. I've already handed my house over to Leo, and it's still not enough. If I could pay it back, wouldn't I have done it already?"

Just as they were busy calling me one after another, Samantha's admirer pressed the answer button on my phone and put it next to my ear. Susan said angrily, "You're so ungrateful. I shouldn't have brought you back." Charles scolded me harshly, "If you don't come to Samantha's wedding, don't bother coming back anymore." Derek even cursed at me, "Let me tell you, if you don't come to the wedding today, you will rot in hell." I struggled desperately when I heard their voices. I wished to beg them to save me. However, my mouth was taped. My wound was still bleeding rapidly.

"Not the version for the court. The one you would tell me if it were just us." It is just us. It is always just us when the door closes. The truth is that I died. I bled out on the ballroom floor of my own home three years into a marriage I believed was love, and the man who put the blade in me was the one I was about to name this morning. The truth is that something in the darkness heard me asking and sent me back, and I woke up in this bedroom with every memory intact and forty minutes before the ceremony. I cannot tell him that.

That same day, the woman he had truly loved—his first love—died in a plane crash. After the wedding, Dylan fell into deep depression. He hated her with all his heart. For seven long years, she humbled herself to win even the slightest bit of his warmth. But all she got in return were cruel accusations: “Why wasn’t it you who died instead?” And yet, when the tsunami came, it was Dylan who gave her his one and only chance to survive. On the lifeboat, she had reached desperately for his hand. But he pulled away with everything he had.

Her vision blurred, but she charged at Iris regardless. Before she could reach her, Carter shoved her hard. The force sent her backward, her head slamming against the corner of a table. A sharp crack echoed, and she felt warm liquid flowing down her head. Hailey couldn't move, she could only hear the faint sound of their voices as she lay on the cold floor. Carter and Iris panicked at the sight. Their plan would be ruined if she dies this way. “Honey,” Iris called out to Carter in panic, her voice low. “I think she is dead.”

He did not want to marry me, so why had he agreed to it in the first place? At first, his mother forced him to break up with Ayla or else she would take away his right to inheritance. I, on the other hand, just happened to show up when he broke up. When I went to support the battlefield where the rogue attacked, he happened to save my life as the leader of the search and rescue team. That battle was so impactful that we, who were in charge of the aftermath, became a hot topic. I was praised by netizens as the most beautiful healer and he as the most handsome search and rescue warrior.

There was a loud boom when she set foot on the rug inside, the force made her lean onto the door frame, and the next thing she knew, she was seeing what happened that day. Mackenzie saw his wife crying, again. This would mark the third week of him waking up with his mate quietly crying. He drew her into his arms and waited for her to stop. She looked at him and more tears fell. "What is it?" "We have to save her. It's time, my love," she whispered brokenly. All Mackenzie Daire could do was hold his wife, and pray. Pray to God their sunshine will be able to overcome the events that will unravel after their deaths.