Ex Wife Shows Up To Wedding With Gun Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said, keeping my voice low. “My room?” she repeated. “Yeah. I can’t stay down here. I don’t want him to see me,” I whispered, glancing toward the hallway. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You’re not… with a gun, are you?” “What?” I blinked, confused. “You know…. the wedding,” she stuttered. “I heard you pulled a gun.” “You weren’t even there when it happened. How do you—?” I cut myself off, shaking my head. “You know what? Forget it. I’ll just leave.”

“Do you, Derrick Martins, take Nora Davis to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” “I do,” Derrick said, voice steady as stone. Sighs swept through the crowd. Cameras clicked. Lia’s grin lit up the pew like fireworks. Then the priest faced Nora. “And do you, Nora Davis, take Derrick Martins to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?” Her lips parted, the word rising like a tide. “I—”. BOOM! The chapel doors slammed open, the sound a gunshot shattering the silence. Gasps erupted. Guests lurched to their feet, phones shaking in fear in their hands

She was cold the entire time, and I could tell she hated me. It wasn’t unexpected. However, I didn’t expect to feel a pang in my chest at the thought of it. I took her dainty hands in mine, the diamond ring I had picked out shining bright as Jack and Mira cheered. There was nothing joyous about this wedding. Not for her. As we wallowed in our gloomy marital ceremony, a loud bang erupted in the air. Then another. It wasn’t fireworks, that’s for sure, it was gunshots. Sophia let out a shriek as I took cover with my entire body weight over hers. I hovered over her, even though the gunshots were clearly coming from outside.

Too much, she would say. A little while before the ceremony was completely over, her husband made his appearance, and from the outside he looked completely groomed and impeccable. However, if you were observant, you could notice marks, several pacifiers on his neck. And one or the other, disheveled trace, all over his body. The woman, looked at him with disdain, and turned, her gaze towards the bride and groom. They had already finished the ceremony and were receiving congratulations from the invited families and friends. Her husband's comment brought her out of her thoughts. Apparently, your ex—fiancé is quite happy with this wedding. Tell me, Melissa, that's the woman he loved so much, tha

Handsome no doubt – and judging by the looks on the guests’ faces I am not the only one that thought that either – but unrecognizable. He marched in with an entourage behind him, tall and imposing and the men were all dressed in black except him. No, he was dressed in an impeccable white suit with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a silver gun in the other hand. It struck me as odd, seeing this man barge into my wedding with a gun in his hand like he owned the damn place and the gasps of the audience said they felt the same way.

I say giving her a small nod, watching as she leaves the room. A few minutes later, the door opens, and Ghost walks out dressed for the wedding. He looks good—sharp suit, crisp lines, but still unmistakably him. He fastens his gun holster with a muttered, “Everyone’s getting checked.” I raise an eyebrow. “You won’t need a gun at the wedding,” I say with a smirk. “You might change your mind,” he counters. “And if you do, I’m shooting you before you get the chance to run.” I snort. “Fair play.”

"Okay fine, as long as you are doing this for the sake of your dad. But I will keep an eye on Hailey!" One week later, the most awaited wedding took place in Boracay and everyone is dressed in white. As the ceremony began I went to the aisle and I saw Hailey holding a gun. "This is all over Stella, I am not going to let you be happy! You took away everything from me and now, I am going to kill you with my own gun!" Hailey shot me in the chest. Before I went down on my, I apologized to Hailey. "Sorry sis, it was not my intention to take away everything away from you! Now that I will die together with my baby!"

Or perhaps her mother wanted to make my mother suffer. We didn’t have to pay the security guard to let us in. Our names were on the list. I saw it with my own eyes. Something told me Rachel was expecting our presence at the wedding. When we entered, the bride and groom hadn’t arrived at the hall yet. There were familiar faces, and they didn’t understand why I was at the party. I heard murmurs from people commenting. Everyone knew I was the ex-wife of the groom. My presence had them bewildered. Jeremy put his arm around my shoulders, shielding me from everyone. Despite the gossiping people, there were others who were genuinely happy to see us. That made me happy and helped me relax.

There was a brief commotion as the wedding guests realized that Gwen was here. Who would have thought that one would encounter so much at a wedding? The bride had tried to show up the groom’s ex-wife by sending her a wedding invitation, only to discover that the ex-wife’s best friend had attended instead. The ex-wife’s best friend and her companion had tried to stir up unrest during the wedding, only to accidentally reveal the truth about the bride and groom’s infidelity. And then, the ex-wife herself appeared at the wedding venue…

He reached for her hand, gently lifting it and pressing a farewell kiss to her fingers. "Kendra," he whispered, his voice full of respect, "I hope you are happy, both today and always." He cast one last look at her, nodded respectfully, and began to walk away, his two bodyguards falling behind him. When Douglas walked out, all tension melted fully and was replaced by peace and finality. Guests looked around, some of them smiling while others nodded in acceptance. The residual uncertainty disappeared, and the assembly returned its attention to the wedding proper. Philip exhaled and let another wave of coolness cascade over him once more. Kendra squeezed his hand light, looking up at him with