His Wedding, My Funeral Mga Nobela at Kwento

"As fun as that sounds, no. He... he died in a motorcycle accident a few days before our wedding." I cringed at my bad joke. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" "Please don't be. We were married under customary laws, he paid the lobola (dowry), and we had a traditional wedding. We were going to have a white wedding next, but..." She swallowed hard, trying to mask her pain with a smile. "We have a daughter, and I'm glad he got to meet her before he died." I unconsciously rubbed my belly. "How old is she?"

And that brings us to today, the fourth time I've worn a fitted tux. Bethany's funeral. She shouldn't be dead; she shouldn't be lying cold in a casket right now, but here I stand looking at my reflection, knowing I'm going to be walking down the very aisle that led us to a happy marriage now, ending it by laying my wife to rest. Til death do us part. Who knew those promises would be adhered to so soon? I've never been one for suits if I'm honest. They... itch—. "Dada," Melody's voice arouses me from my memories of tux-wearing as I fix my wedding cuff links to my sleeves.

It was agonizing to stand beside the man she once believed would be her forever, watching him vow his life to another woman—her own sister, Evelyn. As the maid of honor, Kaira was painfully close, each vow and whispered promise a knife twisting deeper. She could feel her heart splintering with each passing moment, a suffocating ache in her chest as if her entire world had fractured beyond repair.

"You should be too." "I am, but only for a few minutes." His father dropped down in the seat in front of his desk. "I learned a long time ago that getting home to the pretty woman waiting on me is far more important than anything else. Weddings are a maybe, but funerals are a must." "Wait. What?" Damon brushed his hand down his face, trying to clear his mind. The scent of Beth on his fingers caused his cock to swell. Not now. "The old saying, ‘Weddings are a maybe, but funerals are a must.' You've never heard that?" His father seemed amused.

I nod I adjust my black suit and my green tie, I sigh as I walk to the stage, paparazzi start to take pictures, nearly blinding me with their flash, Everyone applause as I take a bow, and someone hands me a mic. " Good evening everyone, thank you for coming, I appreciate you all for making time. Well, today is my wedding anniversary, two years ago I got to make a huge decision" I bring out a handkerchief, whipping away my fake tear "My wife, died not long before the passing of her father, who she accidentally killed. After her death I thought I would never find love again, not until Benita lit up my world, she supported me all through my hard times, she's been the best wife, even when the w

Robertson and Sherly have to die, that's why Logan suspects Johnny is the culprit. The bride and groom sat straighter, the mother of the bride is seen shedding tears, either sad or happy tears. The husband and wife relationship is full of question marks. "The wedding will take place in two days, as it is still in mourning. Invitations will be given after this...and partly by email. The wedding reception will be at the Hyatt International hotel, in the ballroom at seven o'clock." Said the moderator. "Tch... mourning, but reception at the Hyatt." Alex muttered in annoyance. They are annoyed..because as if there are no corpses in front of them...like they don't attend the funeral..there is only

He took the food and water that had been placed in the coffin, then said casually, "You're going to die anyway, so there's no point wasting these on you. I'll leave the oxygen tank, though. I want you to last a few more days. It's just a shame you won't be able to make it to our wedding." The lid slammed shut again, swallowing the last sliver of light. I dug my fingertips deep into the rough wooden boards, pressing so hard that my fingernails felt ready to snap off. But my strength had drained out of me. My eyelids grew unbearably heavy, and I blacked out. When I finally came to, I was greeted by a cacophony of voices from the outside world. My funeral had begun. Guests were mingling, exchan

A strong hand immediately clamped around my arm. “What are you doing?” “Going back to get married.” Finn froze for a beat, then let out a mocking laugh. “Ruth, when it comes to degrading yourself, no one does it better than you.” I closed my eyes. Even so, my heart ached when I heard those words. Right. No matter what I did, in Finn’s eyes, it was always self-degradation. Three days before the wedding, I had sent him an invitation. I had no idea who made the call afterward, but I heard the entire bet with my own ears.

I returned to my parents’ home and began preparing for my wedding. My wedding mattered. And Ted never even noticed that I’d been gone for days. On the day of the ceremony, I met my fiancé for the first time. His name was Austin Ryder. My parents were right; he was indeed outstanding. He was tall, handsome, and impeccably polite; his manners were among the best of all Mafia families. The wedding procession was grand and magnificent; my fiancé had booked half the city. It was a grand ceremony publicly announcing the marriage of two powerful Mafia families.