La Boda De Mi Ex Novels & Stories

he said in a cackle. “I will.” His stretched-out lips pursed out, and the laughter in his eyes disappeared. “What?” he muttered with a puzzled expression. “Coming to the engagement party of my ex-husband will prove to everyone, most especially, Cassandra, that I’m over Caleb for good.” He nodded his head in understanding and hummed. “That’s a great idea,” he muttered. I got up and picked up my bag. “See you at the engagement party tomorrow,” I beamed He returned the smile and muttered, “I can’t wait to see Caleb die of shock.”

God forgive me, but I had no choice. My ex-fiancé was about to get married. And not to just anyone… He was marrying my ex–best friend. Yeah, I got double-betrayed in some "buy one, get one free" package deal I didn't even know I'd signed up for. If there were a loyalty program for idiots, I'd already have enough points to cash in for a slap in the face and a one-way ticket straight to rock bottom.

" I heard and immediately knew this was the right moment. As bold as I could ever be, I walked up to the stage, loving the surprised look on Jackson's face, and grabbed the mic from the speaker, "Hello everyone, I'm here as the groom's ex." I started, but paused a little to see the expression on their faces, "The groom and I have been together since we were 18, and I didn't finish my education because of him. I was stupid, dumb and naive. I worked so hard to support him in studying abroad while we were together for 5 years and in the end, he successfully threw me away like a piece of trash. Now, this is my advice to…"

“MR MCALISON AT HIS FIANCEE'S EXHIBITION YESTERDAY ENDS UP BUYING EXPENSIVE ART PIECE WORTH $100,000” Of course it would have made it to the news by now, what was I expecting from the press? “Oh, that's one hot news. I think I'm gonna go find my ex and get into a marriage with him too” Laura said, her tone mock serious. “Laura!” I whined. She was taking this whole thing so lightly and that wasn't what I needed from her right now. “What?” She took another hurried sip of the milkshake, the sound of her slurping the drink making me raise my gaze to her.

From my phone, I could see that Anthony and Christopher had gone ghostly pale, and their bodies swayed as if the ground had just disappeared beneath them. Just five days ago, they publicly humiliated me at the wedding I had planned down to the last detail just for Erica's sake. And now, five days later, they still let her stand beside them as a bridesmaid. But this time, I had already started over. I set my phone down—and with it, I let go of everything that came before. As the exposé ended, another livestream of mine and Levi's wedding began. The wedding Anthony assumed I was planning for him… was actually mine and Levi's to start with.

"Because I have nothing else! My son won't speak. My company is all I have left. And the one night I let my guard down, I betrayed everything Catherine and I had." The air left my lungs. "You mean that night with me." "I mean I slept with someone I don't love while drunk on my dead wife's anniversary. What kind of man does that?" Each word was a knife. "The kind who's human. Who's grieving. Who's allowed to move forward." "I don't want to move forward. I want my wife back. I want my real life back." He grabbed his laptop. "This conversation is over." "Damien, wait—"

"I kissed my ex at the wedding." ***

He said, gasping theatrically. "Right, because there is only one wedding happening in LA this weekend. But maybe, is your ex's name, Whitney Claymore?" I asked. His mouth slowly fell open, it took him a while before he was able to speak, when he was, he said "Oh my god...yes, yes it is!"

Focus, Catherine. I stared at him, trying to come up with a simple explanation. My heart sank as I realized I had to tell him the truth. "I wasn't cosplaying a runaway bride yesterday. I actually did run away from the altar, I'm blood-bound to the man I publicly rejected." "So your ex is Anderson Anderson." His voice had gone flat. Not a question it was a statement. "Yes, but how do you know—" "I'm an Anderson, third generation and your ex is fourth generation." His jaw clenched, and I watched something shuttering in his eyes. The warmth from moments ago was evaporating like morning mist.

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.