His Wedding, My Funeral Novels & Stories

Jared walked beside us, a shadow of his old self, his gaze distant and unfocused. Since the botched wedding, communication between us has been minimal,bonly stolen glances and murmured responses amidst the funeral preparation. I wanted to be mad at him, to hate him because of that day, but his fragile grip on reality and knowing that it was not entirely his fault made it impossible. So here we are, a family falling apart, but united by grief to bid goodbye to the monarch of the family. The funeral procession soon began, a slow but deliberate march of sorrow. The horse drawn hearse draped in black moved ahead, followed by a long line of mourners.

That was the beginning of the end of his marriage to Joan. The funeral took place less than a week after the incident. Although the time frame between the tragedy and the funeral was quite short, many of his family’s acquaintances and even their neighbors were present at the funeral. Sean did not exactly remember how he got through it all, but somehow, he did. His parents-in-law, as well as his wife, were there stoically beside him, but he was numb and didn’t really notice anything.

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."

"Blake, let me out! I need to get to the wedding!" Blake frowned tightly and snapped at me, "Noelle was in a car accident, and all you care about is the wedding? The ceremony's canceled! Your best friend's hurt and you don't even care? Are you really that desperate to get married?" I stared at his bloodshot eyes, my voice hoarse. "What does it matter to me whether she lives or dies?" Blake said nothing and floored the gas. The car whipped around a sharp turn, and my head slammed violently into the window glass. A sharp pain exploded across my forehead as blood streamed down instantly.

My throat tightened until it hurt to breathe. A woman two rows ahead leaned toward her husband. "Gold digger," she murmured, just loud enough for me to catch. I didn't flinch. I'd heard worse. I'd believed worse about myself. If only they knew. If only I knew. When the service ended, people filed past the casket one by one. Some cried. Some just stared, already calculating what his death meant for their shares, their positions, their futures. The man in the gray suit was one of the last to leave. He didn't approach the casket at all.

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.

He was about to walk past her when he stopped and stood very still for a moment — that odd particular stillness she had seen once before, in the clearing, when everything had been stripped away — and looked at her sideways. "I had a dream," he said, very quietly. "Three months ago. Before the wedding. Before all of this." He paused. "You were in a cell. A stone cell, cold, and you were bleeding and there was a television — I don't know why I remember the television — and you were watching something and you were—" He stopped. He looked at his papers. "You died. In the dream. I watched it happen and I couldn't move." He was quiet for a moment. "I woke up and I thought — I almost called you. I

“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.”

Mara always claimed that our son's sickness had cost a lot of money, which affected the quality of her life. However, I won eight million dollars in the lottery. With that money, not only could we cure our son, but we would also still have plenty left. Besides, I was about to get a promotion and a raise. Our days were looking up. Why was she so adamant about joining Ian to betray me? Ian was already married. Did she think that if she joined forces with Ian, she could become his wife? Mara saw me standing there speechless. She thought I had nothing left to say.

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.