I Died On My Wedding Day Novel の小説・ストーリー

At my wedding to my longtime boyfriend Adrian Grey, my younger sister Lydia Hastings burst through the doors in a wedding dress and announced that she was carrying his child. My parents shielded her. Everyone urged me to step aside. Adrian held my hand, his voice gentle. "Let her have today's wedding. Go stay at the southern estate. Once the baby is born, I'll make it up to you." He wanted her as his wife and me as the woman he loved in secret. I slipped off the engagement ring I had worn for five years, placed it in his palm, and walked out of the church alone. But yielding only brought an even more brutal reprisal. Lydia locked me inside a burning room, and my parents and the man I loved s

I stood beside Luca as he went from a poor boy to the most powerful man in Chicago. I saved him, and an explosion crushed my spine. I would never dance again. Later, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer. In that time, a woman appeared at his side. Beautiful, clever, from a powerful family. She could stand beside him, sit in on his deals, solve his problems. And I could only sit in a wheelchair. Everyone said I was holding Luca back. I thought so too. So I left him, meaning to go and die alone

I've been born ten times, and every one of those lives ended badly, because nobody ever noticed I was there. So this life, I decided to stop struggling and just wait to die. At five I was kidnapped. I lay down where I was, held my breath, and dusted a layer of white lime over myself for good measure. The kidnappers thought they'd killed me and turned themselves in on the spot. When the police found me, I was lying on a gurney outside the morgue doors, waving at the attendant. "Could you push a little faster? I've got a reincarnation to catch." At seventeen, my birth parents found me. On the drive back to the estate, I refused the seat and climbed into the trunk instead, like I'd done i

I'm reborn just as Jasmine Maynard asks for a divorce for the 108th time. Her weary voice rings in my ears. "There's nothing between us anymore, Noah Hardin. Dragging this on will just exhaust the both of us." In my past life, I had stubbornly refused to let her go and divorce her because I still wanted to be her husband. But then she got pregnant with someone else's baby, and I made a huge fuss about it, which caused her to lock me up in a psychiatric hospital. She only came to see me once right before I died. She said, "If I knew how obsessive you'd turn out to be, I would never have married you in the first place." So, in this lifetime, I realize that my obsession with her doesn't ma

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

Was I about to die? If I was, that would be okay. I could finally be with my mom and dad again. If you asked me what my one wish in life was, I would just say I wanted a different brother. Some time later, my spirit floated out of my body. I was shocked to see the police and ambulance stopping at the side of the road. They quickly put up barriers around my crushed body. It was true that I was dead, but I was still aware of everything. Then, without warning, I began to float toward Nathan. I could not stop myself no matter what.

This time, Adrian pressed her down onto the sofa and kissed her back without hesitation. The sound of their breathing filled the room, her moans echoed through the night, yet I stood there, frozen in place, my gaze fixed on the wedding photo on Adan’s phone screen. In the photo, Adrian is smiling. Now, that smile seems like a cruel joke.

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.

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.

"But why don't you inform me that he did not die? Do you know my condition? I was dying each day with his memories. I waited for him on my wedding day. Someone said he betrayed me. But I didn't trust them. The next day I was shocked by seeing his death in the newspaper. Why didn't you tell me Nani? " I cried.