His Wedding, My Funeral Novels & Stories

Witnessing the glorious union of your man with his girlfriend/wife feels like being stabbed by a twelve inches knife, directly into the heart. She ran as fast as she could, not sure where fate would bring her feet. She's in deep despair, that's what she knows. It's game over, they are now married. He married the woman he truly loves and she needed to move on and live like it's just nothing. He's happy now and so should she. But the question is how? All her life, she had already planned the sequence of how their lives should flow. She keeps on running when suddenly, her sandal's heel broke causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

Something closed. I wasn't Mrs. Hayes. I would never be Mrs. Hayes. Atlas's hand was in mine. He hadn't let go since the altar. He was looking at me like he'd been waiting for this moment for longer than I knew. I would find out, later, that he had been. ******** HIS WEDDING DAY BRIDE Copyright © 2026 by Blueesandy All rights reserved.

Just before leaving, he turned back and said, "Wash my clothes and underwear. I got blood on them. If you leave it sitting, it won't come out." The door slammed shut with a thud. After Michael left, I stared at the wedding photo on the wall in a daze. Over the years, I had built everything with him from the ground up. We'd moved from a cramped rental apartment barely big enough to turn around in to a luxury apartment in the heart of the city. Every hardship we'd endured along the way was still vivid in my memory. By most standards, Michael counted as a decent husband. When he made his first real money, the first thing he did was make up for the wedding we never had.

Mike and Valeria’s wedding was a simple affair at the civil registry office, far from any luxury or grand celebration. Only their closest family members attended, while Alexa and Devan also served as witnesses for the important occasion. After signing the marriage certificate, Alexa hugged Valeria tightly, her eyes glistening with emotion. “Congratulations, Vale,” Alexa whispered softly into her friend’s ear. “I know this isn’t the beginning you imagined, but I believe the two of you can get through this.”

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

I grabbed a fur pillow and hurled it across the room, knocking a glass perfume bottle off my vanity. "You're such an idiot!!! Oh, 'you officially owe me a very big favor,'" I mocked myself in a breathless, high-pitched whisper, pacing in a circle on the rug. "So mysterious. So badass. So fucking useless...I’m sure a man who run-handles the entire city's underworld is losing sleep because a girl in a slit dress gave him a warning. He probably washed his boots and forgot my face before the guards even finished dragging that waiter to the basement." A cold weight settled heavy in my gut. I have just two more days to my wedding... I had no time... I needed to stop it...I needed a reason to stop

"Just let me go! I'll never fight with Samantha for anything!" She wanted my boyfriend and my family. I would give them all to her; I would not fight back. Simon stared at me with a deranged expression. "It's too late. Samantha is getting married. I want to give her a perfect wedding gift." I died. He scattered the parts of my body everywhere: into the cesspool, sewer, and even the garbage dump. "Samantha is the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world. As for you, you'll go to hell."

"Obviously." "I mean, can you imagine? A widow at twenty-seven—just two days after my wedding. The headlines, the tabloids…" I let out a dry laugh. "Planning your funeral wouldn’t just be a pain in the ass—it’d be a pain in the neck too." His eyes flickered with something unreadable. Then, to my surprise, he chuckled. "Good to know I’m worth the inconvenience." I stared at him, completely at a loss. This man had barely escaped death, yet here he was, joking like it was nothing.

As for Ian and me, we officially started dating after the dust had settled. We held our wedding on a beautiful island overseas three years later. During my speech, I sincerely thanked Derek and Diana. "Thank you for letting me be your daughter. May our family always live happily ever after in the days ahead." My wedding came to a perfect close amidst a chorus of blessings, and what awaited me was a future brighter than anything I had ever known.

Looking at him, I started laughing bitterly. When Mom fainted from anger, Harvey had accused her of faking it, even saying that it would be better if she really died. He then ordered for the wedding to continue. Now that Mom was really dead, he was now saying that he felt bad with that attitude. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. I could finally marry Harvey, my childhood friend whom I loved for 20 years. I was even prepared to give him an even bigger surprise on this joyful day.