His Wedding, My Funeral Novels & Stories

I zoned out and every scene of the incident that had happened before crashed my already terrified mind. My disastrous wedding. Delightful Vows. Conversation between me and bukka. A tragic small gift. Dreadful gunshot through my father's body. His unconscious body and his blood staining my white wedding dress. How did it happen? We were happily celebrating our wedding. I and bukka were conversing, my father was delivering his speech and people, who were gathered at our wedding were chattering and laughing on his speech. All of a sudden, everything turned into disastrous havoc.

Then, with both hands pressed against his face, he began to sob uncontrollably. What was supposed to be the wedding of the century had turned into the century's funeral. … At the funeral, Grayson stood beside Wendy's coffin, his eyes glazed over, offering mechanical gestures of acknowledgment to each guest who came to pay their respects. "Mr. Bryce, please accept our condolences." "Mr. Bryce, please accept our condolences." "Mr. Bryce, please accept our condolences." Every guest who came to offer their sympathy looked at him with deep regret. What a wonderful couple they were, how could they have been torn apart so suddenly?

Almost if even now, Christopher Wesley made sure to direct the weather to what he found appropriate. Shaking off a particularly strong bit of melancholy, Vanessa continued getting dressed. In a way, this funeral wasn’t only to memorialize the death of her husband, but also the end of her marriage and all the hopes and dreams she’d once had. Though they’d died a slow, painful death over the last few years, today would be the day they were finally laid to rest along with Christopher. Smoothing down her black dress, Vanessa chose a pair of low-heeled pumps. She eyed herself in the mirror.

I said. - The funeral was decorated with opulent elegance. Harrison stood at the center, giving his speech, pausing to sob every few lines. He hadn't even finished reading half a page before photos of his “battle-scarred” appearance went viral online. [He's so tragic yet so handsome! The ultimate wounded tycoon!] [I feel like my heart is breaking for him!] [Did you hear what he said? That he'll never marry again, that his wife, Irene, is his one and only, in life and death!]

That once again, he'd end up being the reason his daughter's life got harder. I raised my hand, and everyone assumed I was reaching for the microphone. But first, I pulled off my veil. The white tulle slipped from my hair and gathered in my fist, and the entire room went silent. Elliott's face changed. "Sadie." I took the microphone. My voice was quiet, but it carried across every corner of the ballroom. "Everyone, I'm sorry. The wedding's off."

After the wedding ended, Eugene brought me home. To help me put on this act, he had spent a fortune buying a villa as our "marital home." The interior had been designed exquisitely, every detail matching the style I loved. A bouquet of red roses sat in the living room with a card tucked inside. When I opened it, I instantly recognized the handwriting. "I'm sorry. I came too late.—Eugene." He was apologizing on behalf of his 19-year-old self.

I felt dizzy for a moment when I saw the sign on the door of the banquet hall –"Welcome to Our Wedding.” Claire’s voice came through the door. “Thank you everyone for taking the time to attend my wedding with Evan, as well as the baby shower. The journey…” When I pushed the door open, I could feel the lively atmosphere inside. My mother-in-law, Susan Lanette, had always been cold to me. She suddenly smiled at me while holding a baby.

“If you speak of her like that again, I’d—” “You’d what?” Kiara rushed out, shaking her head. “You’re raising your voice at me, K.baby. I tasted you before her, shouldn’t that give me some respect?” Disgust brimmed in my chest. “The only respect you'd be getting is a bullet between your legs if you call me that again. It's Mr. Crawford... I'm married." Kaira's tears lashed furiously. Doesn't matter. I dipped my chin. "He’s in the morgue; you can leave. The funeral date isn’t yet fixed.”

My parents were old, not to mention both of them had heart conditions. Mara and her parents beat them till they were half-dead. They ended up lying by the side of the road, barely clinging to life. Right at that moment, the hospital called to tell them that Jayden had unfortunately passed away in the hospital. Hearing that their grandson did not survive, my parents' hearts gave out on the spot, and they died right by the side of the road. Thinking about that, rage boiled in my heart.

I pointed at the crowd disdainfully. "Haven't you realized that none of my relatives are here? That's because I told them the wedding's cancelled, not postponed. "Let me tell you this, Edward. The engagement between the Fowlers and the Hudsons are now annulled! From now on, you can spend the rest of your life with your dear buddy!" … My friends brought me out for a barbecue after we let our anger out. But as we ate, they couldn't help but start cursing again.