La Boda De Mi Ex Novels & Stories

“Kieran, I know I'm just a contract wife, but I want you to know that I will never hurt you…ever.” I clinked my glass against his. “Cheers to bad exes.” “And better choices,” I added. He chuckled. “Especially that.” We took the second bottle and popped it open. I was already drunk but I didn't want to stop. We kept drinking and dissing our exes. I don't know if it is because he was drunk, but this was the first time we had a conversation that I didn't want to end. “Why don't you want to get married?” I suddenly asked, leaning closer to his face.

James asked, staring at me and waiting for my answer. I took a deep breath before replying. "James, since we’re getting married, I’ll tell you. I had a bad experience with my ex-fiancé. I don’t know if I’ve told you about it when I got drunk in Boracay." (James shook his head, saying I had only mentioned it briefly, so I continued.)

Best to not let Sera see how much this revelation affected me. This wasn’t just an accident or a coincidence. Sera, no Rosa, my ex-best friend, was getting married to my ex-fiancé. The couple seemed picture perfect. Handsome groom, sexy bride. Complementary complexions and skin tones. Both inheritors of large hand-me-down fortunes from their parents. Both extremely wealthy and influential with thriving businesses. This was to be the wedding of the century. And I was to be the wedding planner. I felt like throwing up. ##

Javier said stubbornly. "Why? And help her with what?" "She is going to attend her ex's wedding. I pretended to be her fiancé the other day so it should be fine." "Which ex? The one she came to your birthday last weekend?" "No, the other ex. But that's the ex who is going to get married tomorrow." "Tomorrow?! How did the guy even get engaged and married in a week?!"

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.

Few hours later, I took my cellphone and made a video of myself that my wedding has been cancelled. “ Hey fans , friends and family, I am putting this out there to tell you that I am so heart broken because my wedding has been called off, yeah because he got married to someone else, I don’t know when but I know he is now a married man and I am letting go of the whole marriage thing, it’s really hard letting go of the wedding but I accept my fate and I want to use this medium to congratulate my ex Jeff and his wife Kaira, Happy married life” I said and I just switch off my cellphone because I do not want to start seeing any ridiculous.

"I got offended! I said something stupid! But did it really mean that we were breaking up?" "Damn it, Maxxie! I don't know, okay? Relationships aren't my thing!" "Clearly," he hissed. "Considering you cheated on your now ex-boyfriend. And by the way, the wedding has been moved. It's in two weeks. And it's happening in New York. We're leaving on Friday." My heart went cold. "Maxxie. Maxxie wait a—"

Her heart pounded as she opened it, her eyes scanning the words. “I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose Gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this—DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.”

He goes out of the room. Dad turns to me. "How are you doing, sweetheart?" "I'm fine." "Liar." He reached for my hand and squeezed it gently. "You've got that look you get when you're worried about something. What's going on?" I couldn't tell Dad anything because of the contract. "Just… adjusting to everything," I said. "The wedding happened so fast, and Elijah's world is very different from what I'm used to." Dad's expression softened. "I wish I could've been there to see you get married.”