His Wedding, My Funeral Novels & Stories

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.

“I am trying, although it's still hard. But I promise never to live my life in a box again. I want to make sure I get the best so I can share the rest with others.” “We can only take one day at a time towards healing, so take your time we will be here to support you. Any word from your ex?” “I don’t even want a sneeze let alone a word.” We both laughed as his wife claimed him. I was smiling at them. They looked so happy and perfect together. My brother was going to make a good husband if he stopped chasing money, as usual. The day was so beautiful there was nothing to take away from the beautiful thing. Although we know some people are never satisfied so it was their funeral as it was not th

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

He glanced at me and gave me a dirty look. "... proper for the position.” My jaw clenched. I wished I could be angry with this man but he was right. I wasn't ready. "I assume that you are a little hard of hearing counselor, so I'll speak slowly so your brain can catch up. The recent events have been terrible. I will not put any more lives at risk for a grand affair of a funeral. My husband will be buried in private with only a few friends and family members present. And my husband's replacement is ready. We have groomed her to take over should she not marry before we pass on. It is in my husband's will and I believe you know that. You were there when he signed on it.”

“He was still there when I fell.” The doctor looked away. “What aren’t you telling me?” The man in the dark shirt finally spoke. “Everyone believes you’re dead.” I stared at him. The room became completely silent. “What?” “The official search ended without finding your body.” My heart stopped. “They held your funeral three days ago.” For several seconds, I couldn’t understand the words. Then I laughed. A small, broken sound. “My funeral?” The man nodded. “Your husband buried an empty coffin.” I stared at him.

His voice barely above a whisper, he murmured, “Elara… Lucian is marrying Selene in three days.” He stammered, his hands shaking. “But that day… that day is your funeral.” That day was my funeral. And on that very same day, my ex-husband was marrying the love of his life. I took a deep breath—not because I needed the air anymore. How could I? Was this some kind of sick joke? Even in death, Lucian still found ways to punish me. I wanted to storm into his wedding, to tell him that I was gone, that I didn’t want his wedding overshadowing my funeral. But I couldn’t. Not only because I was just a ghost now, but because Lucian and I had already divorced.

Drake added. "No, it’s fine. I’ll be there," Caden replied, giving a bitter smile at my coffin. "How ironic. They’re having their wedding on the same day your funeral is! And they want me to be the best man!" Even in death, the news still managed to pierce my heart. On the day of my funeral, Caden wore a black suit and dark sunglasses to the wedding, as he had to attend my funeral afterward. My soul followed him to the venue.

he tries to draw me into his arms but I step out of his reach. "You died!" my breath is rapid as I try to suck in enough air as I gasp around sobs, "They showed me your corpse and I buried you. Instead of having a wedding, I wore black to your funeral and mourned you as a widow." "I know, I was there." "You were watching!" He was at his own funeral. "You saw me suffering and you just watched." "We needed it to be believable. If you knew..."

White roses and ribbons untouched. But on the ground, crushed petals were scattered like debris after rain. Staff carried speakers out. Servers pushed empty carts, moving fast. I opened the door. There were no cheers, no congratulations—only low whispers drifting like dust. “…It’s over.” “That fast?” “The groom isn’t Henry Jones.” “It’s the one from the White family.”

he said, I remember when I told him this. “you know what’s the opposite of funny, yeah, not funny” I said, he shrugged, “it is to me” he said. I looked outside my window, “wait a minute, are we going to the beach?” I said, he ignored me, if what I’m thinking is right, then I’m guessing our wedding will be on a the beach.