His Wedding, My Funeral Novels & Stories

She actually seemed to be listening to me with her head occasionally as I spoke, but then suddenly she jumped on my lap with a smile that was far too big for her face. “oh baby, is that the only problem that we have? then don't worry we don't have any problem at all the family will support too” I could smell that we were getting closer to victory as I pretended to look worried and shook my head. “I'm sorry my dear but even if you also pitched in as well which I would have preferred that you didn't it still wouldn't be enough it is going to be a royal funeral and wedding-" ” Then we can just forget about the funeral after all what's dead is dead and buried there is no need to make it all fanc

He grumbles, but stops, kissing her temple on the way back up. “Fine. I’ll behave.” She chuckles as Claudia and Kai find them with a tall, handsome, broad-shouldered man, younger than she expected for a man named Gerald. “Good morning, are you the bride?” He holds out a hand, and she shakes it warmly, “Unfortunately, this is for a funeral. My brother-in-law passed, and it’s his community’s tradition to have a white funeral.” Gerald nods, and to his credit doesn’t make any further comment.

"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?"

The night before our engagement, my best man Reese suggested we play Never Have I Ever — our version, where you name something you have that you think no one else does, and anyone who doesn't have it puts a finger down. "Sitting in this room is someone I can't have," he said. Everyone else's fingers went down, except Reese's and my fiancée Molly's. The others erupted in whistles and teasing, not caring that I was right there. "I have the most loyal fiancé," Molly said. "Boring and dull." Everyone glanced at me, and the private room fell into an awkward silence. I was suddenly exhausted. Molly and I had been together for two years. Tomorrow was our engagement party, yet she'd just publicly ad

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.

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

Together, we walked toward the door and toward the courthouse where I would see Jaime again for the first time since everything shattered. I was wearing black for a funeral. But it wasn’t my funeral. It was the funeral for my marriage.

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.