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

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.

“Oh my God.” “That was actually Callista Madden.” “Why didn’t you shut the hell up?!” “I didn’t recognize her…I should have noticed the bag earlier!” “Well congratulations, you just insulted a billionaire to her face!” “My life is fucking ruined.” The noise of the wedding hall crashed over me like waves, the entire place smelled like money. Crystal chandeliers glowed above a massive ballroom, white roses decorating every damn corner like the place had been dipped in a florist’s fantasy. Photographers moved around like hungry flies, cameras flashing. And right there stood the bride and groom on a raised platform.

I was afraid that when Damien heard about my death, he would celebrate. As long as I didn't see his reaction, I could still lie to myself. The phone rang beside him. I glanced at it. It was Damien calling. Ethan continued to stare at my urn, not shifting his gaze as he reached for the phone and answered. "Ethan, my marking ceremony with Sarah is in three days. I'll send you the location details later. Don't forget to attend." I felt a moment of suffocation, surprised that even in death, I could still feel pain.

“It’s... it’s Wren.” Just those two words took everything I had. Silence on the other end. Then his voice came through. “Wren? Why are you calling me? Where’s your sugar daddy? You miss me? Regret it now?” The chill was there, but underneath it, something probing. I was so weak. My lips trembled, and I couldn’t get anything out. He spoke again. “What. Did I hit it on the nose?” “Wren, I have a girlfriend, and I’m getting married. So even if you do regret it, I’m not coming back. We’re not happening.”

Yet Michael pushed me into the depths of despair only three years after our marriage, all because of Wynne’s death. I was the one who chose Wynne as the scholarship recipient, never imagining that my act of kindness would lead to my own demise, leaving me with no place to be buried. From the moment he couldn’t stop praising Wynne for her beauty and brilliance, I should have realized their relationship wasn’t as innocent as it seemed. But I was too blind, and in the end, I not only killed myself but my child as well. A sharp glint cut through the darkness, stinging my eyes.

Year 6: The Date of My Death. In my past life, Year 6 was the end. It was the year my brain completely failed from the medicine, the year Elias signed the divorce papers because his father told him I was too crazy to be a Vane wife, and the year my family watched me die. I put my pen down on the paper. My hands were perfectly steady now. The tears had dried on my cheeks, leaving my skin feeling tight and cold. "I am not going to die," I whispered into the quiet room.