Dying On Our Wedding Week He Saved Her Instead Novelas e Histórias

"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.

"Ella, today is our wedding day, the best day. Don't let some jerk ruin it." He was right. No outsider was going to overshadow our wedding. My parents were gone, and James's folks were the understanding sort. They had us walk in together, arm in arm. As I stepped onto the red carpet, a critical thought struck me. I signaled to my bridesmaid, who handed me my phone without hesitation. I dialed the emergency number swiftly. "Hello, this is Sofitel Church. Someone killed a pregnant woman." Sean's eyes darted to Mandy, lying in a growing pool of her own blood at his feet. It looked like she was already gone.

“Yeah ….I know my husband loves me so much but he shouldn’t have risked his life to save me . what is wrong with Jack? Does he want to get himself killed?” “I am sorry, Miss Morgan but the man who saved you was Wesley Storm”

He had stopped his bike right after he pulled me out and he just remained there, on his bike, silently, unmoving, with me in his arms. I tried to calm myself down but my trembling body seemed to have a will of its own. "It's fine now, Bri. You're safe" he murmured softly, holding me safe against his hard body. "I would have died. I was going to die" I whimpered as the full force of the entire scene came crashing down on me. If this mystery man... Whoever he was had been a minute late, I could have died. I'm just twenty three... I haven't even done anything with my life just yet and I could have died. Damian would have revelled in joy at the demise of a woman who is always stopping him from f

I turned my back on him and walked away, my feet carrying me away from the pain, but my heart heavy with the weight of his words. After what felt like an eternity, I turned back, expecting to see him standing there, but he was gone. I dropped to the beach sand, staring blankly at the sea. Lucas is dying. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. He ended the wedding not because of the scandal, but because he knew he was dying and didn't want me to suffer for it. The thought was both heartbreaking and infuriating. Is he some kind of superhero? Saving me from a life of sorrow?

He was going to strike me right there in front of the entire room. But he never got the chance. His face went pale. His eyes rolled back in his head. His hand dropped to his side. The glass of water slipped from his grasp. It hit the marble floor and shattered into a thousand pieces. The sound was like a gunshot. Then Nathan Vance collapsed. His body crumpled to the floor in a heap of expensive wool and broken glass. The room erupted. Screams tore through the air. People rushed forward. Someone yelled for a doctor. I did not move. I just stood there, leaning against the bar, looking down at my husband.