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

However, I was sneering internally. And with that, Mark “died”. I pinched my thigh hard, and soon the tears started flowing. “Mark, please don’t leave me! What am I supposed to do now?” I wailed loudly and drew the attention of everyone around us. Curious onlookers gathered to see what had happened. Just like in my previous life, the “kind stranger” stepped forward. “Goodness, you killed your husband with poison! Why don’t you go down the mountain to seek help? I’ll watch his body for you.”

She had been there with Avery yesterday and naturally knew that I had gone to look for Rebecca. Recognizing her, Rebecca hurried over and apologized, "I'm so sorry. Noah was just joking. I'll make him apologize to you. Ryan is fine. Why would we cancel the engagement party?" As she spoke, she reached out to drag me over to apologize. But Avery's mother shook off Rebecca's hand at once and said coldly, "He wasn't joking. Ryan really did die yesterday. How can there be an engagement when the groom is dead?"

"Diego… Save me… I've been kidnapped, please come back and save me…" Diego sounded like he was panting heavily on the other end of the line, almost like he was running while answering my call. "Carlotta Capuano! Arianna's life is way more important than our wedding! Stop it with your pathetic acting just to make yourself sound pitiful to get our attention!" Then, he hung up on me. The next two hours were like hell for me. The thugs tore off my wedding dress, sliced every inch of my skin open with their sharp knives, and broke all four of my limbs.

I jumped into that well even though I knew what I was doing was dangerous, but I didn't want to regret it and do nothing while death ate her up little by little. Fortunately, Mina is a nurse, so she was able to bring his life back to him right away. When he woke up and regained consciousness, we immediately left that place. We managed to escape and the three of us went on with our lives. It's better that we both perish together again. The disintegration of the three of us happened when the wedding day of Hera and Adante arrived. So instead of hiding in a far away place or going to where I used to stay, I thought of just going to the church, where the wedding of the two of them is being held.

During the darkest, most agonizing days of my recovery, it was he who stayed by my hospital bed day and night, showing endless patience and gentleness to carefully piece my shattered soul back together. He understood my ambition and supported my career. We were evenly matched partners in battle and kindred spirits in love. Camera flashes exploded like fireworks as countless lenses trained on us. Christian lowered his head and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead, drawing a wave of gasps from the crowd. At the same time, a huge LED billboard on a nearby street broadcast the grand ceremony live. At the mouth of a dark, damp alley, a lame beggar dressed in rags was bent over a trash can, rummag

He walked over to the car and pushed her into the passenger seat. Speeding to the hospital and getting tickets was the furthest thing from his mind right now. He picked her up again when they arrived. "Please help! My wife is d-dying!" Dennis was crying at this point. Dennis watched as they put her body on the bed and hurriedly got her to one of the rooms there. After a few hours of waiting, "Sir, I'm happy to tell you that your wife survived." It felt like hundreds of pounds were lifted off his shoulders.

What did her death have to do with me? As I watched them sail away, I immediately began thinking of ways to save myself. After all, I could not be sure if Hendrix would get help this time. In my previous life, it was because his beloved childhood friend was left behind that he rushed to get help as soon as we regained cell service. This time, his beloved was right by his side. Would he even remember me? Both times, the only person he ever truly wanted to save was his childhood sweetheart, Yana. I thought about it. They indeed had a great relationship. They grew up together, and no one could ever compare to the years she spent by his side.

Like it was only him I can see moving, his face full of love and his eyes that speaks a thousand words unspoken. And by that, he came closer to me and tilted his head, reaching my lips as our world became one and sealed with a happy marriage. Claps bombarded in the whole cathedral, cheering of people and the sweet music are deafening. Simultaneously, a bullet flied in the air, giving me the biggest nightmare in my whole life as he—my life and my other half—fell down on the cold floor. And I realized… Things don't go our ways and we can't force life to be easy on us.

At the center stood my wife and the hospital director. "Dr. Harper, thank you so much. We've waited so long for a chance like this." "Exactly. Who would've thought that after losing her own child, she'd still be willing to do something so selfless? She's practically a saint." Grace accepted their gratitude with a modest expression, while the director beamed with pride and loudly praised the hospital's compassion and dedication to saving lives. The instant Grace saw me, her expression changed. "What are you doing here? Are you still trying to stop me?"

She turned her fury on me, demanding: "What exactly do you want?! Does she owe you something? You walked out without a word on your wedding day, and now you come back just to put her in a hospital bed! Can't you just let her go?!" I didn't talk back. I just lowered my head and took it in silence. I hadn't explained why I left that wedding because there was no need to. But today, she truly did save my life. Just as Diana's mother was about to say something else, a hoarse voice called out from the bed: "Nathan." Her family immediately crowded around her, but Diana's gaze remained locked