My Ex Proposed To Me On My Wedding Day นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We picked out a day for shopping. Myself, my mother and Susan went out to get the things needed that we wrote down on the list. It was a very busy day for us. From morning we went shopping till night when we came back. I was so exhausted I had to just take a little bread and tea and sleep off. I didn't even remember to take my bath. The next morning, I woke up to see a message on my social media handle and it was from my ex-boyfriend telling me the wedding must not be held.

On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the

Zayn made a spreadsheet of companies that offered remote work while I drafted a proposal for the kind of services I could offer. It wasn't Apex and it wasn't what I'd planned, but it was something, and right now something felt better than nothing. Around ten I closed my laptop and leaned against his shoulder. "Wedding in three weeks," I said. "Yeah." "Still want to marry me now that I'm unemployed and pregnant?" He laughed and pulled me closer. "Obviously not, I only proposed because you had great career prospects." I hit his chest lightly. "Jerk." "You asked." He kissed the top of my head. "Yes, I still want to marry you. Pregnant, unemployed, whatever. You're stuck with me."

"Tell me, does it feel different? Having him control your life from a grave instead of a corner office? Because from where I'm standing, you look exactly the same. Still doing what daddy says. Still choosing him." "That's not—" "Still running." He flinches. "I deserved that," he whispers. "You deserve a lot of things. An answer to your proposal isn't one of them." The memory of our wedding day floods back—me in ivory silk, waiting at the altar while whispers rippled through the cathedral like a virus. The growing realization that something was wrong. That he was late. That he wasn't coming. "But let's pretend I'm curious," I continue. "What exactly are you proposing? And please, don't insult

“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.

The decorations of the church scream extravagant and the wedding gown I'm wearing is a bit heavy but looks natural and elegant. Everything seemed perfect on the day we were exchanging our promises with each other. "To Kirsten Angeline Bargamento, I am pleased to accept you as my wife. There hasn't been a day since we started dating that I haven't thought about and dreamed of you being my wife. That's how much I love you, honey." "The day I proposed to you, I felt like I was going to have a heart attack while waiting for your answer. I thought then that waiting for you for eight years is still not enough for you to be ready to be my wife."

“He had always been mine bitch , he just used you , get over the fact that there’s going to be no wedding , right babe “ Jared walked up to her and kissed her before turning to face me . “ I never loved you Lisa , it was just a silly bet I made with my friends, can’t believe that you fell so stupidly. I couldn’t help the tears that poured out of my eyes at that moment , I felt real pain . On my wedding day , I watched the two people I trust more in the whole world kiss and act like they had done nothing . I received a text from my mom and staring at it with , it read that my husband had called off the wedding . He cheated on me with my best friend and called off the wedding .

“We’re still open.” Maybe she could make up for going out with my boyfriend by patronizing me. “I’m not here to buy anything. It just hurt to know that Lorenzo and I would have been married by now if you hadn’t stolen him from me.” I frowned. “Married?” “Oh you didn’t know? You didn’t know that he proposed to me?” I laughed, finding that funny. “He proposed to you? When?” “Like weeks ago. We even made news on our romantic date together.”

He lowered his head and admitted. "Six months." I muttered with a quivering voice. All this time, I've been waiting for the day we would start planning our wedding. He'd proposed to me exactly six months ago but suggested we wait before we start talking about the wedding. I was more than content to wait for him, more than happy to be his wife but he was betraying me right under my nose. "If you really didn't want it, if she was really blackmailing you. Why didn't you tell me?"

Wilson spoke with clear disappointment for me. "That's not how it...." I stopped speaking. That was exactly how I made it sound. Solenne 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 f*cked up so bad. I didn't want to marry Roxy. I didn't even propose. It was a stupid fight Sol and I were having that somehow turned into me agreeing to marry her.