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

He calmed down, his features returning back to normal. I've been at the brink of death severally: when I almost burned to death with my mother in the house, when Veronica and Vivian had starved me for several days and when Aiden had rejected me. But somehow, I always managed to pull through. Somehow, something always saved me and this would be no exception. "If you don't want me to die so badly, you could call off the wedding. You have the power to, don't you?" I dared him, rising to my feet too.

For the first time, she didn’t push him away. “I didn’t mean for this,” she whispered against his chest. “I never wanted this ending.” “I know,” he said quietly. She laughed then a broken, breathless sound. “He finally did something right. And it killed him.” Tyrone said nothing. There was nothing that could soften a truth like that. News traveled fast. By morning, headlines were already circulating. BUSINESS HEIR DIES SAVING FORMER WIFE A HERO’S LAST ACT LOVE, REDEMPTION, AND A BULLET

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.

If she had died, he couldn't even imagine what he would have done. He shuddered slightly, turning his head briefly to view his mate sleeping in the passenger seat of the Jeep before turning into their driveway. She blinked as he carefully lifted her up, her drowsy blue eyes smiling up at him as she put her arms around his neck. As he looked into her eyes, his breath came to a halt in his chest. Her near-death experience had somehow made him fall deeper in love with her. She went there to save him. She had been trying to save him from the beginning. He was a fool to realise it later.

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.

she sobs. " Come here." I wrap my arms around her to hug her carefully. Still can't believe we're expecting a baby. " Thank God you're okay. I thought I was never gonna see you again." I chuckle and she swats my back." It's not funny. Nick's dead , including Carl." She says and i pull away at once. " What?" She nods." They died at the scene of the shootout. Carl was shot multiple times at wrong places and Nick, he was trying to save me. He took the bullet for me."