Novel & Cerita His First Love Stole My Wedding

She wraps her arms around him and the two begin kissing each other as though their worlds would collapse if they dare stop. Andrei's arms are around her waist and travelling her body the deeper they go and the more clothes they start pulling off each other. A twinged of jealousy and hurt makes my chest suddenly explode with pain. This wedding was just a trap. His "love" was a trap This damn life is a trap.

**A Life in Bloom** The wedding day was a blur of laughter, love, and tender moments that Lillian and Nicholas would hold close to their hearts forever. Standing under the arbor they had built together, surrounded by friends who had become family, they exchanged vows with the setting sun casting a golden glow over the garden. The air was thick with the scent of roses and hydrangeas, and the entire world seemed to pause, honoring the love they had worked so hard to nurture.

“You weren’t that person for her? Mum didn’t love you? Then why did you two get married? You loved her? Yet you cheated on her? Oh, is that what love is to you? To-“ “Because she cheated on me first!” He raised his voice and suddenly joined me on my feet. “Because your mum cheated on me! That’s the reason I cheated back. That’s the reason my life became like this!” “What nonsense-“ “Your mum was my first love but I wasn’t her first love,” he continued. “And even after getting married to me, she couldn’t forget her first love. So she kept hanging out with him. They kept on meeting up. Time after time and eventually-“

But when Marwi reached them and took away Mashal for her afternoon nap, Justin got busy whispering something in Ashley’s ear. It must be something romantic and dirty because her face had turned beet red. Dear Marwi. You want to know how it all started? I wish I could tell you how much I love my husband and my kids. I wish I could tell you it’s never easy to forget about your first love. The way he looks at her and worships her. Sometimes it all becomes too much for me. But I keep smiling. Because on the other side, it’s my lovely sister and my childhood friend, my first crush. My first love.

I quickly pulled her by the hair and pulled her away from Jayar's embrace. "You're a criminal!" I tweak her hair. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Para onio Montevidad, I love you so much. ” I smiled. "I really love you too Jayar Fobres Montevidad." He kissed me suddenly and kissed me lovingly. There was shouting and screaming inside that church where our wedding was held. Love..its a missing puzzle piece waiting to be found and when you do find it you can finally figure out the picture life has to show you.

Fifteen days until my wedding. Fifteen days until freedom. “I’ll join,” I cut in, voice steadier than I felt. “No compromises. Full protocol.” “But your honeymoon—” “Schedule me for the 10th.” Silence. Then a soft click as Emily hung up, too tactful to ask why I’d chosen my wedding day. I traced the calendar’s red ring. Fifteen days to grieve twenty years of love. Fifteen days until I vanished into a lab—and Dominic Pearson became a ghost.

he asked, his tone almost panicked. I shook my head, my voice choked with emotion. "When did you take the gown?" He looked a little embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. "That morning," he admitted. At that moment, I finally understood what it felt like to be truly loved—something I hadn’t experienced, not even in the five years I had given to James. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. With tear-streaked cheeks, I looked up at Steve’s chiseled face, his expression calm yet tender.

On my wedding day, Jake sent me a gift through someone. I opened the box to find a unique brooch, one I had once loved and begged him to buy for me. However, Jake never bought it. He had just stood there and watched as I stared at it with excitement. Beneath the brooch was a small note. I unfolded it. There was just one word on it. [Sorry.] My face was devoid of any emotion. I closed the lid and handed the box back to the person who delivered it. “Return it. I can’t accept a gift from Mr. Stevens.”

"You're finally home, my little princess! If you still refuse to come home, the youngest son of the Marcatos, Shane, would fly to Rimo on his personal plane to snatch you from your wedding." I was taken aback. The memory of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy appeared in my mind. He was a handsome little boy with skin like milk. When we were young, he would come to my house to play with me. He even said confidently that he wanted to marry me. After I left for Rimo for university, I fell in love with Eric, and I eventually forgot my childhood playmate. That was when a tall, handsome young man appeared from behind my brother. He took my luggage from me like it was the most natural thing in the worl

He took both of my hands in his, looking from me to the headstone, and then back to me. "Isabella," he began, his voice steady but filled with a deep, raw intensity. "Our first wedding... it was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. We married for love—real, genuine love. But I let that love get buried. I let my father’s expectations and the weight of the Thorne name consume me until I forgot how to be the man you deserved. I neglected you, I left you alone in that big house, and I almost let the fire of my own ambition destroy the only thing that ever truly mattered." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. When he opened it, a diamond caught the fading sunligh