His Wedding, My Funeral Mga Nobela at Kwento

phone calls were always available, unconditionally, without accounting. At twelve-thirty Damien texted. Damien: How is the office? Zara: Exactly as I left it. Mrs. Badmus has expanded the starfish brief. Damien: The beach wedding client. Zara: You remembered. Damien: I remember everything you tell me. How bad is the expansion? Zara: She wants a starfish on the boutonniere. A pause. Then: Damien: Define starfish on the boutonniere. Zara: An actual dried starfish. Pinned to the lapel. Of the groom. At a wedding.

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

I went up the stairs and memories made me sulk. Mom and mommy just laughed because of our mischief. "This is really my wife, I always want to be pampered. Alright, mom, I'll follow my future husband first," said Joseph as he ran up the stairs. "Honey, I'm here!" Joseph shouted with a smile. The day passed and our wedding was set, it will be held in our church. Joseph and I were already in the church, while I was the only one left and they were waiting. I walked out of the house, the car I was going to use to go to the church was waiting outside.

I hissed. He frowned, his tone almost pleading. "I swear, this is the last time. I know you're hurting over Gail, so I'm postponing the wedding. We'll give her a proper funeral. If you want to say goodbye, stop fighting me." "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice cracking. He seized my hand, his smile smug when I didn't pull away. But as he led me out, he stopped dead. In the hall, before Gail's memorial shrine, a crowd danced under flashing lights to a thumping beat. Her photo lay crushed under Lori's stiletto, warped beyond recognition.

"Serves her right! Seriously, how can someone be this cruel?" Hugh's rant got hotter by the second. I cut him off fast. "Enough. Today's my wife's funeral. I'm supposed to be grieving." I hit the bathroom mirror, didn't bother washing up—kept the wrecked, heartbroken look on purpose. Hugh gave me a once-over and nodded. We left for the funeral home. On the way, I slipped him a USB with the videos of Nancy alive, told him to play it only when I gave the cue.

Why was she trying to keep me around? When I didn't say anything, Cara thought she had succeeded. She immediately started calling the funeral home and then contacted people to prepare the paperwork for remarriage. I interrupted her call and said, "I never agreed to remarry you. You've misunderstood. I heard every word of the conversation you were having earlier." The joy that had just appeared in Cara's eyes vanished instantly. Her face turned deathly pale. Seeing this, Warren concealed the smugness in his eyes and stepped forward to smooth things over. "Julian must have misunderstood. This is all my fault. Let me explain it to him."

"But a sacrament is forever." I brushed a stray tear from her cheek. "Get dressed. The funeral is tomorrow." I looked at the ring on her finger. "But the wedding is tonight."

When I closed them, I cried. FUNERAL is all we could give— an honorable funeral they both deserve. It happened after they died. That day, when they died right before my eyes, I don't know if letting them take over what is supposed to have been done by me is the right thing to do. I should've prepared my body to exercise more so I could fight and think intelligently. In the end, regretting is all I could do. Mune and Yna came before us, wearing white dresses and white pants— yes, Mune doesn't have a top shirt— attending the most memorable day of my life. Today is my wedding with the most important woman of my life.

“Emma Klein, where the hell are you? I’m at the chapel now.” “Why the hell is this set up like a funeral!? This was supposed to be my wedding! The wedding my mother waited so long for!” “Whose funeral is this?!”

After the cremation, the staff placed the ashes into an urn and brought it out. Zedd instinctively reached to take it, but Seraphine stepped forward and intercepted it before he could. She held the urn in her arms and looked at Zedd coldly. "He was my husband. I'll handle the funeral." "There's no need for that!" Zedd blocked her path and reached out again, but Seraphine tightened her grip and turned away, keeping it close. "I said he was my husband. I'll handle his funeral," Seraphine repeated.