His Wedding, My Funeral Mga Nobela at Kwento

I am at my ex-boyfriend's wedding. I want to die.

“Just the funeral. I feel so guilty feeling so exhausted. The wedding, the transfer of ownership, the contracts, moving in and out, the bills, now the funeral. I don’t know but I’m no longer sure I have the energy to grieve. Oh Jared, why did we ever drag you to this chaos.” He shook his head in contradictory. “I agreed willingly to be dragged into this chaos. And mind you I don’t call it a chaos, but it is indeed exhausting. But I already delegated the funeral arrangement so there is no need to worry yourself.” “Thank you, I don’t know what to say anymore but just thank you.” He stood up from the end of the bed and went to her, bent down to put a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll let you know whe

Today was her wedding, but instead of a happy occasion, her funeral was going to take place, without a body if I could help it. Raphael had almost twated my plan what with all the security he had put in place but he must have relaxed when they failed to catch me, because as I navigated the house where they'd decided to host their small wedding due to fear that I was going to come and ruin it, I couldn't help but gloat. "My wedding was way bigger than this. Too bad you're still going to die despite all your running" I grinned, my face twitching as I navigated the building.

He had gushed over how much of a beautiful couple we were earlier so much that it had hurt my ears, and I had wanted to slap the stupid grin from his face. As Bella and I reach the end of the aisle, she hugs me. “Just five years and the deal is over. I’m so sorry you have to go through this, my love”, she whispers and presents me to Truce King whose hand is held out. I take the hand and we both stand in front of the marriage officiant.

“Why make such a fuss over kids fighting? Can’t you let it go? “It’s James’s funeral today. Do you have to make a scene and embarrass everyone? “When he married you, I was against it from the start. You brought nothing good to his life when he was alive, and now you won’t even let him rest in peace. You wicked woman!” When James married me, he had nothing to his name. Afterward, his entire family moved into the house my parents had bought for me, shamelessly taking over. I treated them kindly for the sake of family harmony, but now, here they were, accusing me at the funeral. The only one who seemed reasonable was my father-in-law, Steven Lincoln, who scolded Sally lightly before helping me

It was getting dark already and the party at the company was already on but he wasn't interested in going. Every month on the fifteenth he always came to the cemetery and today won't be an exemption. He got to the grave, threw away the old flowers and placed fresh ones then sat there. "Sheena Easton, 1975-2013," was written on the stone. "You know I got married last week. It was arranged I don't know why he insisted I get married to her. You said I should move on but I don't think I can forgive him. I'm just doing my best to burry everything. My wife, that's the only good thing he has ever done for me. I told you I will never get married till I meet someone like you, she's like you. You reme

I imagined marrying my true soulmate, feeling butterflies in my stomach, and getting giddy at the sight of him waiting for me at the altar. I had visualized that I would gladly dance and waltz with him and my parents… My parents would give us their blessings. But look at what happened. My wedding feels like a funeral to me, I'm not happy at all. Instead of butterflies and giddiness, all I feel is anger, hurt, and hate. My parents aren't by my side. No one blessed my marriage, no friends, not even my best friend, Leah, or well-wishers. No genuine laughter or smiles.

Because Death had chosen him. I remembered the funeral very clearly. There were flowers everywhere, bouquets upon bouquets. Everyone had brought flowers and people stood and cried at his loss. The ceremony was beautiful, though. People were crying and smiling at the same time like he had been the sun, the moon and the stars all wrapped up together into a shining being called my husband the King. And then his coffin was lowered into the ground and people moved on with their lives. It was as if I heard a snap of fingers jolting me out of memory lane and bringing me back to reality. I blinked away the memory of the past years. I looked at the portrait hanging next to me and my heart ached painf

Chapter 1 Wedding Bells It was the day everyone was waiting for and the event everyone who was invited couldn't wait to attend. It was a very special day for Sienna's best friend Gemma. Sienna had always dreamt about getting married and starting a family of her own, her friend Gemma had always been in love but she wasn't that lucky because she ha d her heart broken so many times. Sienna was always happy for her when she fell in love and when she fell out of love she was there to console and comfort her because that's what best friends did .

"Everyone knows that you love Sabrina. How could you possibly marry someone else? Sabrina loves you too. That's why I'm willing to give the two of you my blessing…" Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke. "That's impossible," Sabrina mumbled. "There's simply no way that you're married. You wore my favorite red shirt today. You even used my favorite cologne. You knew that I was going to propose to you today, didn't you?" I didn't understand why, but I was suddenly struck with the realization that it was pointless to talk to them. "I'm married," I repeated. "Our relationship ended three years ago, Sabrina. I'm a married man now, so stop bothering me. My reputation will be affected if someone