Romans & histoires Dying On Our Wedding Week He Saved Her Instead

" Seeing the determination in my eyes, Cara found herself unable to say the words she had wanted to use to persuade me to stay. After standing there in silence for several minutes, she stiffly turned and walked away, her face full of remorse. A few days later, I received a call from the cemetery. They told me Cara had been coming every day to pay her respects. I paid it no mind and continued tending my flower shop. Several days later, news spread through social media that Cara had died in a car accident. After learning that Cara intended to sue him, Warren panicked and sought her out to confess and beg for forgiveness. The two parted on bad terms.

I pleaded but I knew it would not make any difference, he simply smiled as he got pale I tried applying pressure to his chest as I cried, I begged the goddess for her help as I had no idea what I would do if I lost him There was a blinding light exactly in the spot my hand was, the spot he was shut and he coughed He was aliveeeee! The goddess saved him and in that moment it clocked midnight He smiled up at me as he noticed my tears “I told you I am never going anywhere” he said and I bent and hugged him deeply “Please marry me” I begged him We got married that day and place using the priests My gown was stained with my enemy blood as his lifeless corpses laid in the corner

He still remembers the initial hard slog he had to do and the least I can do to repay him for his time is to accompany him to a charity event as his date. Lane is a catch and the thirsty London singles market knows it. Lane's not ready for it at all. I'm like his beard. Lane's wife died under truly horrible circumstances. She was in the car with his best friend, who she was having an affair with when they were on their way to his home in the countryside for a dirty weekend. A drunk driver wiped them off the road. It's hard to hate a dead woman as you lay her to rest with your son standing beside you. So I do what I can to help him.

I had to sit in an ambulance and beg my dad to send money to save our lives. "And what was my wife doing? She was at a karaoke bar with her friend, singing 'True Friend.' Every single night, I dream of Elliot violently coughing up blood. If we hadn't wasted time trying to break through that door, the doctors could have saved him." The accusatory glare in Daphne's eyes shattered, replaced by a violent tremor of pure horror and grief. She reached out, trying to steady me.

"Breaking news! Bride loses her mind at billionaire wedding!" "Guess she wasn't meant for the high life. So close to marrying into money, and she snaps." Below the stage, guests in tailored suits crowded together. Some pulled out hidden cameras and started snapping photos nonstop, while others crouched in corners, clutching their heads and whispering prayers. All because, while Malcom Blair and I were exchanging vows just moments ago, I slapped him across the face, then dragged over a filthy man from the entrance who looked like a homeless drifter and kissed him in front of everyone.

It was close to a miracle that he was talking to me so much today. But it was only to divorce me. Feeling conflicted, I sniffled and signed my name without hesitation. Sebastian frowned slightly at my resolve. His voice was filled with a little sorrow when he said, “Rose, after the apocalypse, we’ll get married again.” I looked away and waved him away in a casual fashion. “You said it yourself. It’s the apocalypse. This certificate doesn’t matter. “Whether we survive next month is uncertain. Why don’t you focus on saving the world, Mr. Scientist Jenkins?”

"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."

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.

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.

After the deal, the System only gave me seven days to live and settle my affairs. On the first day, I got into a physical fight with Jack, trying to force him to return the untouched medicine. On the second day, I could only cry myself unconscious outside our daughter's hospital room, hating myself for trusting Jack and single-handedly destroying her only chance to survive. Today is the third day. Now that I've clearly realized I'm really going to die, I've calmed down to handle my affairs.