La Boda De Mi Ex Novels & Stories

And then when he did, he had the gall to say he'd left Luna with her mother in the parking lot! Her fucking mother?! Here, where MY engagement is being held? I'd stood there smiling and making excuses while two hundred people whispered behind their champagne flutes about how he'd abandoned his own celebration to meet his ex wife and how his daughter disliked me and wanted her mother instead. About how I'd lost control and said something inappropriate. About how maybe this wedding wasn't such a sure thing after all. My heels clicked sharp and angry against the concrete as I emerged into the garage, the cool air doing nothing to calm the fury burning through my chest.

The way my father's name rolled out of his lips—my father's ghost would have face-palmed in sheer embarrassment, ready to disown me for dragging dirt on his name. “The tattoo, that was supposed to be Peter's gift for our wedding night. Peter is my ex—he and I were supposed to tie the knot tomorrow. Shit happened and I regret ending up in your bed last night…” I was half yelling into his face. This arrogant jerk nodded softly before pulling my skirt down properly and leaving me on the desk. “I have a deal, Ms. Cortez.” I looked away, hopping off the desk as I straightened my clothes, my teeth clenched tightly, my forehead aching with the way my brow creased. I didn't want to hear any fucking

"Yes, but it'll be a fake marriage. After all, I can't just let it slide after being cheated on. I need some payback." Hearing this, his expression dimmed, but he nodded in agreement. Our wedding proceeded as planned under the terms of the original engagement. On the big day, I walked into the grand hall draped in white lace, my hand resting lightly on Logan's arm. We went through the entire ceremony, and, of course, Norris showed up with Jasmine in tow. His face was a storm cloud of emotions, his expression a mix of resentment and disbelief. I waved at him, my voice gentle as I spoke, "Norris, guess what? I'm your sister-in-law now."

There were no flowers, no family, no friends, no music, and no laughter or anything that made it feel like a wedding. I'd always imagined this day differently. Maya would have been my maid of honor, fussing over every little detail while Lisa stood beside me, teasing me to calm my nerves. At the end of the aisle would have been Nate. The man I thought I'd spend my entire life with. After the ceremony, we'd have celebrated with the people we lived with before disappearing together for our first night as husband and wife. I'd saved every piece of myself for that future For him. And now…..I was standing in a silent courtroom, about to marry his older brother instead.

"Two years of marriage deserves at least five minutes of conversation." "We've had plenty of conversations," Adaline replied coldly. "I particularly remember the one where you told me I was 'defective' because I couldn't get pregnant." His mask of remorse cracked slightly, revealing the cold calculation beneath. "That was taken out of context. I was upset, you know how important family is to me. I won't sign this. You're my wife." "A wife you betrayed with my best friend," she replied, her voice steady despite the anger churning inside her. "A best friend who's now carrying your child. Sign the papers."

My calendar notification appears at 6:50 AM: Five Years. I dismiss it. I already know what day it is. I have known since I woke at 4 AM and couldn't fall back asleep. Five years ago today, I was supposed to marry Elena Sinclair at St. Patrick's Cathedral. Three hundred guests. String quartet. Flowers imported from Ecuador because Elena mentioned once that she loved blue hydrangeas. Instead, I spent that day in my father's office, listening to him explain why choosing her meant losing everything.

Just when Elaine’s husband, Tan De Marco, needed her most, she left him. Taking along with her the five million pesos she'd asked as compensation for all the fruitless days she’d spent with him. After three years, Tan has moved on with his life and became a successful Surgeon. Just when he thought everything's sailing smoothly, he found out that his late grandfather Textile company was facing serious hardship in the operation and management. The only way to save the company was to remarry his heartless ex-wife who disappeared right after she got the money from him. For Tan, he'd rather dive into poverty than marry his ex-wife once again.

"I've always wanted to spend time with any of my exes. Turns out you're the only one" "So you want to bond with your ex? ", she said "No. I already bonded with my ex ". "So you're trying out other women". "None of them is as good as you". "Have you tried any of them in bed? " "Emily". God, that was extreme. "I'm sorry, I just... ". "I shouldn't have talked about exes". "You made me feel as I couldn't meet with other people because... ". "Don't mind me. I believe you can leave any man awestruck. I haven't even recovered yet".

“Why did you wait until now?” My fingers tightened against each other. Silence stretched. He tapped the paper lightly. “And Las Vegas,” he added, glancing up. “The city of impulsive decisions.” A faint, knowing smile touched his lips. “I had a couple in here just two days ago. Got drunk, got married in Vegas, and came running back within forty-eight hours to annul it.” His gaze shifted back to August. “But you…” he continued, voice slower now, more deliberate. “You don’t strike me as someone careless.”

Sophie said, raising her glass. "I'm not single yet," Anne said. "Technically." "Your father called off the engagement. You're single. Drink." The tequila burned going down. Sophie ordered two more and by the third shot, Anne felt lighter. They moved to the dance floor. The music pounded through Anne's chest. Sophie danced beside her, laughing and free. They danced for an hour before Sophie's phone rang. Sophie checked the screen and her face changed. "I have to take this," she shouted over the music.