His Wedding, My Funeral Novels & Stories

The two death certificates lay side by side, light as paper and impossible to lift. The funeral was set for three days later. Adrian arranged for Nora and Eli to be buried beside her mother, near the quiet edge of the military family cemetery. Nora had gone to the hospital alone, paid alone, and come home alone too many times. He would not leave her far from the only family who had ever waited for her. It rained on the day of the funeral. Officers came. Officers’ wives came. Family Readiness volunteers came, along with charity board members and people who had once whispered gold digger behind Nora’s back. Many brought flowers. Few dared to speak.

Shame. He never imagined he would marry like this, without love, without happiness, without family present. Only a small group of people: Adrian as a witness, Leon as his best man, and a few hotel staff hired to handle the event. No relatives, no business associates, no luxury that he usually had for every important event in his life. "You look like you're attending a funeral, not a wedding," Adrian said as he entered the room, patting Sebastian's shoulder. "Because this feels like a funeral," Sebastian replied flatly. "The funeral of my pride."

However, this particular scheme would haunt them for as long as they lived. … The wedding was held a week later, instantly landing the Gardner family on the trending list online. "Speculation of Insolvency Surrounds the Gardner Family of Bellevue Following Heiress' Unbecoming Wedding Ceremony." "How Did a Disfigured Man Manage to Join the Gardner Family? What are the Hidden Secrets Behind This Marriage?" Their wedding scandal sent Gardner Group's shares into a tailspin, wiping out half their value and stripping them of their status as one of the top three companies in Bellevue.

he said, impatiently cutting me off. Then, realizing his sharp tone, he softened his voice to say, "I'm at Cassie's funeral. We'll talk later." After the line went dead, I sat still, staring at my phone for a long time. He had forgotten that today was our fifth wedding anniversary. He was at his first love's funeral, crying as if the world had ended. All I could do was send Rory an apology, and he replied with a sticker. [Cheer up, Jilian. It'll be fine once everything blows over.]

That wasn't Marco. The Marco I knew was always smooth, always classy. He never lost his cool in front of people, especially not over someone else's business. What bothered me more was the fleeting look of disappointment on his face. And resentment. As the top wedding planner in New York, I had to keep business and personal separate. I watched them walk the aisle. Again and again. The rehearsal didn't end until Isabella finally had a satisfied smile on her face. The stabbing pain in my chest grew sharper, and I had to lean against a pew, pressing hard against it.

She could tell that he was extremely upset from the stiff expression on his face. She reached out to hug him. “Death is a natural phenomenon in life. Grandfather has gone to another world to continue living. Don’t be too upset.” His gaze darkened as he fixed it on her. Perhaps he had decided to listen to what she said. “Sorry, I should be giving you an unforgettable wedding today, but you need to prepare for a funeral with me now.” She deliberately showed him a rigid expression and said, “You’re wrong. I’m your wife. Of course, I must do everything by your side.”

The wedding was 30 hours away. The owner of the pizzeria where it was to be held, Bob Walden, had long since helped me decorate the place the way I wanted it. When I called him, he cheerily asked whether I wanted to get more flowers to spruce the place further. I smiled bitterly. "I'm canceling the wedding, Mr. Walden." He sounded relieved. "That's great! You've finally seen sense. No proper man would make his wife settle for a wedding in a pizzeria in this day and age—he's just making a fool out of you!

He'd been with Isabella, celebrating some milestone in their relationship while our daughter waited in vain to share her mother's dreams with her father. Now, standing in this magnificent venue that bore no resemblance to the intimate celebration I'd once imagined, I felt a hollow ache in my chest. This perfect wedding would become the funeral of our marriage, played out in front of the entire city's elite. The irony was almost unbearable. In the bridal suite, I sat perfectly still while the makeup artist worked, transforming my face into the mask of a happy bride. My phone buzzed with a text from Liam: "Dr. Harrison and the crematorium staff are in position outside the venue. Tony Rodriguez

Everything looked the same as it had been on the day of the wedding. However, it'd been turned upside down because of him. It was a shame that the wedding didn't go according to plan due to recent major incidents. His mother's passing was a significant blow to him. Still, he felt as if he'd let Cecily down. The wedding should've been the most memorable time of their lives. Yet, the joyous occasion suddenly turned into a desolate one. Instead of a wedding, he ended up holding a funeral for his mother. The merry and hopeful spirit that Cecil was supposed to have had turned into gloomy sadness.