Ex Wife Shows Up To Wedding With Gun Novels & Stories

The groom was carrying the bride, who was covered by a veil, into the elevator. The third video was from the 8th-floor elevator lobby. The hallway had been decorated with colorful ribbons, and the groom was carrying the bride, with a large group of people following behind. Because he was carrying the bride, the groom kept his head down as he walked, only raising it slightly when he exited the elevator. With just one glance, I recognized him. It was my ex-boyfriend who I broke up with two and a half years ago.

I retorted. Her mouth parted to speak, but she was too stunned to say a word. “The deed is done. We were married in front of the priest and witnesses. I don’t take that back.” I told them, my voice cold and steady. “You can’t possibly mean to keep her,” Marla Moreau muttered, as if she had finally come to life. I scoffed, adjusting my cufflinks. “I meant to marry a Moreau, and that’s what I did.” “She’s not Elena.” Marla cut back, her tone tight with desperation.

The pit in my stomach returned. The ceremony went without a hitch, oddly. Honestly, I was kinda expecting some kind of interruption or a reason for me to use the gun I had stashed in a discreet thigh holster under my dress, on my ex-husband or on his best friend. Immediately he left my suite, I dug out my old Glock I more or less carried every where, can’t take any chances with Kain Griffin. He’s as unpredictable as me, sometimes even more so. But oddly, during the ceremony and even after, as I walked down the aisle, smiling at the cheering guests with my new husband by my side, he did nothing, just smiled and blew me a kiss. Honestly I was half expecting him to jump out and probably tackle

My voice tore through the garden. “Dov’è mia moglie?!” Where the fuck is my wife?! Panic erupted instantly. Guests started standing, shouting, trying to leave. I fired another command. “LOCK THIS PLACE DOWN!” My men moved immediately. Guns appeared everywhere. “No one leaves!” The entire wedding collapsed into chaos. I looked back at the trembling girl. “Where.”My voice dropped dangerously low. “The fuck is my wife?” She started crying. “I—I don’t know!” The gun fired, and the bullet tore through her leg.

For five years, Claire Carter mourned the twins she believed were dead. Blaming herself, she clung to Ethan, hoping another baby could save their marriage. Instead, he shattered her with one question: “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Then Claire discovered Ethan had another family: Olivia, the woman Claire had rescued and trained, and a five-year-old son who called him Daddy. While Claire grieved, Ethan and Olivia lived as a perfect family. But the betrayal runs deeper. The grave Claire visited for five years may not hold her twins. Now pregnant again, Claire chooses divorce, reclaims her company, and exposes Olivia. The grieving wife is gone. In her place stands

“Then why did you come?” “Because I hate seeing my wife belittled just because I wasn’t there.” A member of the media had already snapped a photo of them together. By tomorrow morning, that picture would be the headline everywhere. “Xavier Wrenford’s Wife Attends Her Ex’s Party.”

A shiver of cold ran down her spine, her eyes landing on the person who had interrupted her wedding. Of course he would come—her deranged ex.

He reached into the wardrobe and brought out a pair of black jeans, a black hoodie, and a black cap. “Put these on”, he said, handing me the clothes, then pointed to the bathroom. +++++ Later that day, at the wedding venue. “Do you take Elora Shane to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and–” the voice of the priest greeted me as I arrived on the scene where my ex-husband planned to seal his betrayal. The garden was massive. White roses and gold ribbons hung around the pillars like reminders of wealth and control. Guests murmured in expensive silk and tuxedos, while bouncers stood like statues. From far back, I watched the man who promised me forever betray me for

They questioned how the bride, who was supposed to be Jessica, had been replaced by someone else. Morgan had long harbored resentment towards Justin, and now that he had the chance, he didn’t hold back: “There’s been a misunderstanding. Last night’s wedding was always supposed to be between Mr. Thomas and Miss Cheek.” “Then why were you at the wedding?” a reporter asked. “You should ask Justin why he sent me an invitation. I’ve always felt that since our Jessica divorced Mr. Thomas, it’s inappropriate for us to attend his remarriage wedding.” The reporters grew more excited. “But before the wedding, the Thomas family clearly announced that Miss Hall and Mr. Thomas were planning to remarry, a

she demanded, her grip on the weapon tightening. I shifted slightly, allowing the faint light from the window to illuminate my face. The recognition in her eyes hit her, and her anger melted into disbelief. “Harvey?” she whispered, her voice full of relief and shock as she flicked the safety on the gun and lowered it. “Yeah, it’s me,” I confirmed, reaching out to gently cup her cheek. I couldn’t help but be impressed by how quickly she had moved to defend herself. “You’re quick to pull a gun on your husband.”