My Ex Proposed To Me On My Wedding Day Novels & Stories

If I'd known he'd become this, I'd have let him sink then. Their pity grated on me, and I broke my silence. "Milton, I'm swamped. When are you keeping your promise?" He smirked, smugness oozing. "So desperate to lock me down, huh?" He rubbed Chery's earlobe, comforting her, then turned to me with mocking indifference. "Fine, name the date. When do you want the wedding? Since you're so hell-bent on marrying me, I'll..." I cut him off, calm as a still lake. "Let's break up."

It will only make our present life miserable. Drew: No, I won’t leave you of course. I’m actually using this opportunity to plan FOREVER with you. Jette: Now? Drew: Yes. I am not proposing because I know you’re already traumatized with proposals, *laugh. I just want you to know that I’m always here for you. Jette: So, you’re not going to marry me? Drew: You’re not getting it. You said, you hate proposals, right?

Jason closed his laptop and stood in front of me with his arms crossed. “What’s wrong?” Joe noticed the distress on my face, and his expression darkened. “Veronica, I want an explanation,” he demanded. I stepped forward and stood beside Jason. Then, I spoke calmly. “Joe, you thought that it was amusing to skip our wedding and make me a laughing stock. From that moment on, we already parted ways. “You were the one who proposed, but it didn’t matter if your parents and friends didn’t come. I didn’t really care about that because I only liked you.

CHAPTER 133 “Swear I am not married sweetheart. I might not show you how much I love you because I was scared that you would left me just like my ex girlfriend did. “ he said. “And when I prove that you are different from other woman, I decided to surprise and propose a marriage to you so I invited my family for a vacation here and witness my proposal to you. “ he said. “Really? “ she said. She is now crying. “But because of your jealous, all canceled and even the expectations of my family as well. “ he said.

I was ready to give up my mate, if I ever found her, just to honor our engagement, and she couldn’t even wait until I had one foot in the grave before finding someone else. I saw people in the distance carrying decorations, and it brought back that festival. All those days of training I spent plotting how I’d propose to Tempest. Tell her that we were a couple blessed by the Goddess. We’d lived through so much bleakness, I wanted to make that moment a beautiful memory. Truth is, taking her to the same place I’d visited with Adelaine didn’t thrill me, but it was what I had. Like I could’ve guessed my ex would be in that square on that exact day?

"Wasn't your mother shy with the people at the park watching them?" "There weren't much people there and even if there was Julia wouldn't mind because she loves picnics and parks" "I see. That's why Jonathan had chosen to do that" "And you?. Can I ask how your ex-husband proposed to you?" He never did. We just sealed our fate over a contract paper and got married a week from then. "It was over a family dinner. At the presence of both our families" I lie. "Father wouldn't want a grand gesture but you're the boss. Surprise him"

The hard truth was, I had stolen someone else's fate, and I was never giving it back. Tiffany and I had been married for one hundred and twenty-five days. I'd proposed to her again with a ring, a bended knee, and even a nice dinner. She hadn't wanted a big party so we made do with a small wedding in a church. I had the date tattooed on my chest, right next to her name. I'd flown to Paris with Tiffany for the weekend getaway, and regretfully, it was our last night tonight. "Last night in France." I lowered my head so my lips grazed hers with each word. "I wonder how we should spend it,”

But, now… "Why, you ask? Of course, I'd be here. I'm your fiance. Don't you remember? I asked you to marry me yesterday and you said yes. I think you were too overwhelmed with everything, fainting and sleeping for days after you agreed to my proposal. I was worried but good thing you're awake now." What…the…heck..? Is he joking? Confusion was plastered on my face, hearing the most unbelievable thing the moment I woke up. Yet, seeing his face, I couldn't see any sort of lie from them. And…did he just say, fiance…? I felt a lump on my throat when a thought suddenly came to mind. Shaking and nervous, I spoke. "...what date…is it today…?" "It's September 3, 2020. Why'd you ask?"

Greg spoke with clear disappointment for me. "That's not how it...." I stopped speaking. That was exactly how I made it sound. Vivian ran to give our child a better life. I would have never let him feel that way though. "You are to be married in a few months. Got the invitation yesterday." He threw the card at the end of his desk towards me. God, I fucked up so bad. I didn't want to marry Vanessa. I didn't even propose. It was a stupid fight Viv and I were having that somehow turned into me agreeing to marry her.

He never lied, and he never tried to hide what he felt. “Well,” I said, clearing my throat, “good. Because I wanted to ask you something.” “Anything,” he said. There was no hesitation in his voice. I laughed softly, trying to sound casual. “Are you available to go for a wedding tomorrow?” There was a pause. Then, with a dramatic gasp that I knew was fake, he asked, “Are you the bride?” I snorted. Very attractive. “No, please. My ex is getting married.” “Ah,” he said. His tone shifted into something calm and steady. “Well, I have nothing planned, and I would drop anything to be with you for one extra day.”