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

On our wedding night, my husband, Arthur Pemberton, forces a potion down my throat that can temporarily rob me of my voice. He then swaps me into the death row cell meant for his childhood sweetheart, Mabel Sinclair. Mabel had ridden a horse while intoxicated, striking and killing the only son and heir of Prince Ezra. She was scheduled to be executed by beheading at noon the following day. But Arthur takes my bridal gown, dresses Mabel in it, and smuggles her out through the Court of Judicial Review's back gate to bring her back to the Pemberton family estate. Seeing the chains on my wrists, his mother, Flora Sterling, feels a flicker of hesitation in her. "Aren't you afraid that Prince

At our wedding, my wife finally appeared. But instead of a wedding dress, she arrived dressed entirely in mourning clothes, a black mourning veil covering her face. The entire venue erupted in shock. Some guests openly reveled in my humiliation, while others sneered and mocked me. I suppressed a level of anger I had never felt before and confronted her. "What's this supposed to mean? Do you really have to humiliate me on the most important day of our lives?" Instead of showing any remorse, she screamed back, "It's only been seven days since Grant died! I grew up with him. Am I not allowed to mourn him still? If you don't want to go through with this wedding, then don't! No one's forcing y

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.

"Luckily your husband was there to help me, if not I've already a cold corpse right now" "Thank you!" She added thanking Jate what he have done. Jate nodded. "It's alright even if not you I will help also the one in needed" The two of the girls smiled at him. But inside of Jate's mind, 'your just lucky that I'm there if not I feel sorry for you!' The two girls have a long conversation on what happen a while ago, she was scared and thought that she will die but luckily she has saved by a here named Jate Woods. AKA useless live in son in law in her eyes, but things became different when he save her from danger.

Lily cooed softly from the warmth of his arms. "Elena has pulled this exact trick before, insisting that Cassian feed her grapes at midnight. You do not know her the way I do. She is simply furious because Cassian chose to spend New Year's Eve with me instead of her." The man outside the door fell silent, no longer insisting. My fragile hope that once flickered died completely. The sharp, blinding pain in my stomach snapped me back to brutal reality. No. I cannot give up. My dear child, Mommy will save you.

“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?”

"And Damian crashes the wedding to stop it, only to get shot by the angry fiancé—except Cecile jumps in front of the bullet?" "Yeah," I said quietly, tracing a finger along the edge of my notebook. "She dies saving him, and when Damian realizes what she’s done, he... he can’t handle it. So he..." I hesitated, glancing at Frank, who was watching me closely. "He kills himself. Because for him, life without her isn’t a life worth living." A silence enveloped us, broken only by the faint hum of the library’s air conditioner. Frank’s expression softened, his voice dropping. "That’s... really heartbreaking. Somehow, you’ve made Romeo and Juliet even more tragic."

Adrian turned his back, ready to walk away. Deviana clutched his arm desperately. “Adrian! You can send someone else to check on her. Didn’t you say I’m your future? Don’t destroy everything just for the past!” Adrian froze in his tracks. He turned to her, his eyes burning like fire—sharp and filled with fury. “Don’t tell me who I should care about. This isn’t just the past! This is about someone who once saved me, and now she’s in pain.” Guests began whispering. Some lifted their phones to record the rare spectacle—a groom about to abandon his bride at the altar for someone else.

My husband, Kenneth Sterling, dies of a sudden heart attack while burning cash bundles at a grave. However, when I arrive to claim his body, I discover a bottle of emergency heart medication in his pocket. The cops offer their condolences, explaining that Kenneth must've been so overwhelmed by grief that he didn't have time to take his medication. I nod in agreement but freeze the moment I see the photo on the tombstone. The woman staring back at me is none other than Kenneth's deceased ex-wife, Roxana Clark. Just then, a recurring reminder pops up on his phone. "1. Withdraw 100 grand from the bank and burn it for Roxana." "2. I've taken a wife to care for my elderly parents. Now, I

SOPHIE. My wedding day arrived and I couldn’t wait to be at the Altar reading out my vow to my husband, Alex couldn’t take his eyes of me as I marched in smiling, we exchange our vows from the heart, we didn’t write it down, it was so beautiful just as we were on our way to the reception, Alex got a call and it was emergency. He didn’t tell me about what happen until the end of the wedding then he said someone was trying to kill us most especially .