Novel & Cerita My Ex-fiancé Went Crazy When I Got Married

I said, my eyes briefly darting up to the stairwell where he had passed a few moments ago. “Boyfriend?” She asked. This would be the perfect time to just say it so I did. “Husband” A silence. There. A few seconds passed. Still silent then her jaw dropped like the information was just reaching her ears. “Girl, you got married and I wasn't invited? Bye, I'm hanging up” she pouted. “No wait wait” I laughed. “I'm sorry okay? Things just happened fast and we got married” I said, omitting the part where he threatened me with death and made me marry me after I had stolen from him because I had kleptomania.

"If you don't want to get married anymore... if this is all too much, you can tell me. Is it just cold feet, or is it something else? Are you too overwhelmed?" If only you knew, I thought, my jaw clenching as a cold wave of anger washed over the panic. I don’t want to marry him because he is a monster. Because he is going to steal everything we own, murder my father, and strangle me to death in a locked bathroom...

Some were even berating me and Vahn. 'Poor girl! She just got divorced and now this tragedy.' 'Her ex-husband didn't even show up. What a cold bastard!' 'What the fuck? She's holding a funeral, and her ex is getting married?' I had to scroll for a long time before I saw an article about my wedding with Vahn. A sparse few shared their joy for us, overshadowed by a chorus of disapproval. Frustration overwhelmed me, and in a fit of anger, I threw my phone onto the table. The sharp tug at my scalp was immediate. "You pulled my hair, you idiot!" I snapped at the makeup artist.

My reply caught Ryland Croft completely off guard. He stared at me, stunned, until the tips of his ears flushed red. "If you're not against it, it's settled. We'll get married three days from now, and I'm warning you—you're dead meat if you escape!" He took off in a rush, stumbling into people and knocking over decorations, as if I might actually eat him alive. My fingers slid over the piano keys as I lifted a brow in amusement.

“Shall we?” I stared at him, dumbfounded. Shall we do what? I was steady now, but the weight of his words—and his expectation—made my knees threaten to buckle all over again. Somehow, my ridiculous plan had spiraled out of control, and Giancarlo Fiore Caruso—the man who could crush me with a single word—was now my… fiancé? I was in so much trouble. After the crowd dispersed, I was left alone with nothing but Giancarlo and my rising humiliation.

“You have been pacing back and forth like a lost squirrel.” I sighed, rolling my eyes at him. “My fiancé is in the hospital, and you are asking why I'm pacing back and forth?” I snapped. “Then if you are so worried, why are you in the hospital with him?” He asked, his voice edged with mockery. That question stung more than it should. “Esme is there with him,” I muttered, looking away. “The place was getting a bit crowded so I left.” “You left because it was getting crowded?” He asked, his face flickered into disbelief. “You know normal people wouldn't let the ex of their fiancée or husband stay.”

AURORA'S POV My ex husband wasn’t just crazy, he was also as stupid as a string. I tried to remember what I saw in him at first, beyond his I*******m model looks. The answer was simple and embarrassing, he was the rebound. The fix for Aiden’s refusal and the thing I tried that almost ruined me. “We’re happily divorced. I married someone else.” I showed him my wedding finger, with an engagement ring with a diamond the size of his face shining back at him.

I didn't know how to respond. At some point, the room grew warmer. Flynn's large hand gently traced the curve of my slender waist, sending a shiver down my spine. It was clear that it would be a sleepless night. Three days later, as I boarded the plane for our honeymoon, I saw the news from the second day of our marriage. In addition to the news about the Harris and Turner family merger, in a small corner of the paper, there was a report about Heath. He was spotted speeding in the custom suit he had ordered for our wedding, and was chased by paparazzi, eventually causing a chain collision.

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.)