La Boda De Mi Ex Novels & Stories

I murmured. “What wedding?” Penny asked, sounding a bit confused. I smiled. “My ex's. He was getting married and Margie suggested crashing his wedding to show him I was doing just fine without him.” “I caught him cheating on me with his secretary and he wasn't even sorry, he just broke up with me.” I said. “What an asshole.” Penny said and I laughed. “Yeah, what an asshole.” I repeated. An asshole I was still in love with. I wouldn't say I was still in love with him per se…I was just yet to move on from him.

“They're going to be six months old when we get married.” “Yes.” “That feels so far away.” Damon smiled. “It will come quickly.” She looked at him. “Are you nervous?” “About the wedding?” “Yes.” “A little.” Maya laughed. “I didn't expect that.” “I've never married someone I was completely in love with.” Her smile faded into something softer. “Damon.” He took her hand. “Our first wedding was about circumstances.” “And this one?” “Choice.” Maya leaned against him. “I want to remember the moment I walk toward you.”

Our wedding was the talk of the whole city at that time. Everyone wanted to know who the lucky wife of the famous business tycoon Damon Gonzales was. Now that i think about it again, I couldn't help but be happy. Have you ever imagined passing through ups and downs just to be with the one that you love? Definitely not. But that was my life. After being betrayed by my ex fiance and my ex best friend, finding out that my ex fiancee's father is responsible for the demise of my mother, having an ex best friend that was hell bent on making me miserable and the list goes on.

Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lupine magic—has now reached its final chapter. Drew and Jette’s journey unfolded through moonlit forests, ancient grudges, and surprising twists. Your unwavering support, your laughter shared in secret, and your whispered encouragement fueled my imagination.

The groom was carrying the bride, who was covered by a veil, into the elevator. The third video was from the 8th-floor elevator lobby. The hallway had been decorated with colorful ribbons, and the groom was carrying the bride, with a large group of people following behind. Because he was carrying the bride, the groom kept his head down as he walked, only raising it slightly when he exited the elevator. With just one glance, I recognized him. It was my ex-boyfriend who I broke up with two and a half years ago.

It was Adrian. My heart dropped, and for a moment, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. His jaw was set, his brown eyes narrowed as he took me in, recognizing me just as quickly as I recognized him. Memories flashed through my mind—the late-night arguments, the whispered promises, the painful end that had left us both broken. “Adrian?” I whispered, barely able to believe what I was seeing. There was no mistaking it. The groom, the man I’d been planning this entire engagement party for, was my ex.

“Or a new pair of Christian Louboutins, which would be slightly less expensive.” “Only slightly,” he laughs. “But seriously. You never call. What’s going on?” “I don’t know,” I confess and lean back, pressing the heels of my feet against the porch and then pushing off to get the swing in motion. “That’s the issue. I have no idea what’s going on. Well, I did, and then I didn’t.” “Are you having a nervous breakdown or something?” “I wish I could say that was the reason,” I laugh. “I ran into my ex and was not prepared at all for it. He was holding a baby, Marcus. A little baby girl.”

What shocked me even more was that while I was working day and night and drinking nonstop to entertain and get business deals, she gave birth to a child for that man. No wonder she was reluctant to let me return to the city. She was worried that I would discover her secret. I smiled bitterly before I returned home and began to pack my luggage. Then, I calmly made a phone call. “Grandpa, the wedding’s canceled. From today onward, the Houde family and the Lindt family will no longer have deals and collaborate. I’ll pack up and go home to inherit the company.” “Alright. I’ll do as you say.” On the other end of the phone, my grandfather sounded both happy and worried. “Hubert, why has the weddin

Yet, he held on tightly, unyielding in his resolve. "I care not for your father; my only concern is what is rightfully mine, and you, my dear, belong to me now," his voice was laced with possessiveness and determination as we continued our desperate flight. "But the wedding has been cancelled," I protested, hoping reason would penetrate the darkness clouding his judgment. His gaze met mine, filled with a chilling intensity that sent shivers down my spine. We hailed a passing cab and climbed inside, our getaway vehicle hurtling away from the scene of chaos.

I stated. "Oh my G...!" I covered her mouth. "Tone it down, Jodi. I don't want this to get out." "How! You guys were sneaking around?" "Jesus, Jodi! He's my ex." I playfully hit her leg, blushing. "Nothing is impossible," she giggled. "So, back to the question." "Before the show. We were engaged...about to be married. I'm three months gone." "Ohh. That's relatable. I'm still happy for you though. With what happened yesterday, Brandon would be a great father."