Novel & Cerita His Wedding, My Funeral

I pray that this sacrifice will be all worth it in the end. This was of course not an ordinary wedding. This can well be my funeral rest. The ritual that we will undergo in a few minutes involves the union of our souls forever. Should I survive this ordeal, it will only be the beginning. Should I perish here, my groom must make the arduous journey ahead alone and persevere with all his might towards victory.

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 perfectly knows how to combined colors so his outfit is suited to him well. "Why are you staring the whole me?" I wasn't shock when he woke up. "I'm adoring you," I confessed. "And thankful for this. You put a so much effort for this despite of how busy you are." "You're my wife so it's normal for me to put an effort. Our wedding is legal, Alma, not a secret or illegal. And woman should be treated that way... with effort."

“I am trying, although it's still hard. But I promise never to live my life in a box again. I want to make sure I get the best so I can share the rest with others.” “We can only take one day at a time towards healing, so take your time we will be here to support you. Any word from your ex?” “I don’t even want a sneeze let alone a word.” We both laughed as his wife claimed him. I was smiling at them. They looked so happy and perfect together. My brother was going to make a good husband if he stopped chasing money, as usual. The day was so beautiful there was nothing to take away from the beautiful thing. Although we know some people are never satisfied so it was their funeral as it was not th