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

Due to the earthquake, I found myself trapped under some rubble. Trapped elsewhere was Wendy Smith. She was my husband, Steven Hough's first love. One of my arms was pinned beneath the debris and had already lost all sensation. Worse yet, I could feel a faint ache in my abdomen. The footsteps of the rescue team could be heard approaching. Just like in my previous life, I heard the voice of my husband's colleague, Reuben Landolf. "Steven, your wife's GPS signal is coming from here!"

"Sandra, what do you want, I have given you the ground wedding, what else do you want from me?" My attacker observed my pitiful and struggling state, as blood poured from me quickly. He's aware that I'm going to die and could not pose any threat whatsoever. Unwilling to surrender just yet, I clung to the faintest glimmer of hope. My white wedding gown, drenched now in blood, summoning my last strength, I cried out, "mich, save me!" I saw the city illuminated by fireworks that were supposed to celebrate my marriage to my husband but were instead used by him in wooing another lady.

"Breaking News: Flight CE1316 suddenly nosedived and crashed into the sea. All 132 crew and passengers are presumed to be dead." "That's impossible," Carol rasped, her voice hoarse as if her throat had been rubbed with sandpaper. "Marcus can't be dead. He can't be!" Thomas ran up to her. "Carol! The wedding's just about to start!" Carol flung his hand off so hard that Thomas stepped back a few steps. Her bloodshot eyes scanned across the entire hall filled with guests until she finally found my parents. "You knew that he was going into a war zone?" she asked, her voice as sharp as a new blade.

“You can search the news from the day you ran from the wedding. My marriage to Sean made the front page. You'll see our wedding photos too. Have a look for yourself. “And if you still don’t believe it, I can show you our marriage certificate.” The moment he heard the words 'marriage certificate', Zach collapsed onto the ground. His eyes turned red as though I were the one who had betrayed him.

One of the old maids said, "There's no way to save your hubby. It's a one-sided battle, sweetie. Nobody can stop Alpha Silas from dying tonight." My heart fell into the pit of my stomach on hearing those scary words. I shook my head incessantly and screeched, "What the fuck are you saying? My hubby will survive. He won't die! I won't let him die." Heartbroken, I walked away from the maids and rushed to the priest. "You are my only hope. Please help me save my hubby. There has to be some way to save him from Milo!" I begged, my palms folded in front of the priest.

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 .

Dane cleared his throat and replied in a steady voice: “No, I didn’t. That day, Wendy and I were at Moon Lake filming an outdoor ad. I left to scout a better shooting location. When I returned, Mary had already fallen into the lake. I tried to save her, but I’m not a good swimmer—I nearly drowned myself. It was Wendy who jumped in without hesitation and saved both of us.” His words stunned the room into silence. The logic didn’t add up—if I’d truly wanted to kill Mary, why would I risk my life to save her?

I felt safe around him and he tripped, both of us fell on the floor and were finally about to see that person. She walked closer and I realized it was his fiancé, why was she trying to kill his other half? I couldn’t feel anymore helpless and regretted that I saved her in the woods. I should’ve just let her die and things wouldn’t be like this. I wish I ran from that place and never looked back. Honesty doesn’t get you anywhere. She strolled towards us and Lee stood up in no time, he fought and snatched the bullet from her hands, he didn’t take a second to shoot her and she fell on the floor. Lee saved me or else I would’ve been a dead meet.

In my past life, my husband rushed back in time to save me. But Wynne, devastated by his abrupt departure, drowned her sorrows in alcohol and passed out outside a bar. She fell into the hands of a group of vile men who assaulted her through the night. The next morning, she woke in a cheap motel and, overwhelmed with despair, leapt from its rooftop. When I learned the news, I dragged my fragile, traumatized body to pay my respects at her grave. However, Michael pressed my head down and forced me to kneel until my forehead was bloodied and raw.

“Sir, come on, it’s dark out. We have rules. Don’t make it hard on me.” He held onto my gravestone and didn’t want to let go. Before he left, he thought of an old story he’d heard somewhere. If two people loved each other, and one of them went first, the other could drop a single drop of blood at her grave, and they’d find each other in the next life. He’d never believed in any of that, not before tonight. He pulled a small knife out of his pocket, didn’t hesitate, and drew it across his wrist.