His Wedding, My Funeral Novels & Stories

I smiled at the thought. After a few minutes, it is time for me to walk down the aisle. I take a deep breath and waited for my father to escort me. ~-~ "It's our wedding, not your funeral." Sebastian smiles slyly at me. "What?" I reply in a daze. "I said it's a wedding, not a funeral. Don't look so gloomy." "I am gloomy. Why wouldn't I? I married you," I barked. When the music started and everyone stood up, my heart thumped against my chest as I saw him looking at me. He was smiling ear to ear when my whole world was falling apart.

His ears trembled slightly, and there was a tremor in his voice. "Harper, what are you talking about?" "Didn't we make an appointment? You were to attend the covenant ceremony between Emma and me today, send us blessings, and then wait for me to marry you in a year. How can you marry someone else?" I looked at him coldly, and my tone was very firm. "Jonah, I'm not kidding. I'm going to marry Alpha William today." Jonah panicked and his tone became weak. "Harper, are you still angry with me? Are you doing this this deliberately?"

I stand alone in my wedding dress, surrounded by the remnants of a celebration that felt more like a funeral, and finally let the tears I've been holding back all day fall freely down my cheeks. My wedding day. The day I married the man I love, and lost him forever.

On my wedding day, I received a call from my husband three years in the future via a time machine. In the video, he was lying in bed with my maid of honor, calmly telling me he had cheated. The screen went black. I sat frozen on the suite's sofa, unable to process it. Ethan and I had been together for eight years, since college. He was the youngest rising-star attorney out of his law school. I was the surgical prodigy out of mine.

Beside him, Henry resorted to laughing, and the sight of it forced me to groan in misery. “Rachel.” Emilia answered for them. “Who cancels their honeymoon funded by their husband?” “Well, I’m surprised they even planned a honeymoon,” Mark said, grabbing a bunch of fries from my tray. I scowled at him in annoyance but he just replied with an equally annoying smile. “Isn’t it too expensive? Considering how none of us was invited to the wedding? Must’ve saved a fortune.” I rolled my eyes. “Wedding? It seemed more like my funeral. The funeral of my happiness.”

Today was my wedding day, a day that should have been a celebration of love and union, but instead, it felt like a somber duty I had to fulfill. The reflection in the mirror seemed to mock my lack of excitement, highlighting the stark contrast between the image of a groom and the turmoil brewing within me. I had envisioned my wedding as a joyous occasion, a moment where I would marry the woman of my dreams Vanessa to be precise with a heart full of love and hope. But reality had dealt me a different hand, one where responsibility overshadowed desire.

I slightly giggle when he still denies the fact that I'm his husband. I flick his forehead. "I'm your husband." I see him frowning and roll his eyes, acting cute to cheer me up. Well, it works. I kiss him on his lips. "Ok, I'll let you come tomorrow. We didn't invite anyone, so only my brother and I are only the ones attending their burial. We want to have a peaceful funeral for them."

At four in the morning, while the entire estate was still asleep, I walked out of the room with my final suitcase. The hallway was empty. Downstairs, the wedding decorations had been set up. Flowers, lights, and a red carpet—everything was beautiful. It was a shame that it was no longer my wedding. I took one last look at the estate I had lived in for years before walking away. Outside, the sky had just begun to lighten. No one saw me off or stopped me. As the black car drove out through the gates, the morning mist slowly parted behind it. Inside the estate, everyone was still unaware that the grand wedding they had spent so long preparing for had lost its bride.

Now, there was no need. That night the Silver Claw keep blazed into dawn with preparations for a wedding. Laughter, toasts, and music tangled together; the more I listened, the more I wanted to laugh. What they were celebrating was my funeral. At first light I woke early. My suitcase was ready. As I stepped out, the wedding convoy rolled in. The bride in ivory silk, diamonds blazing; the Alpha in black dress uniform, severe and perfect. I walked over and inclined my head. “Congratulations on your marriage, Alpha.”

He went out the door and shut it behind him. “My—?” She gulped. “—Wedding day. Oh holy, crap on a cracker!” Then her eyes went all beady. “It’d better be real or instead of a wedding, there’s gonna be a funeral at the Triple K today!” CHAPTER FOURTEEN You can’t undo stupid… MABLE