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

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?!"

"Or… tie you to my bed." "We can't stay like this," I said, shaking my head. "I wasn't planning on getting back with you. Actually, it was my sister who sent that proposal, not me. I'm basically using you to save the resort." I lowered my head and sighed heavily. "You want to hear something crazy?" He leaned his forehead against mine. "I don't care. Use me. You wouldn't hear a single complaint from me." "Don't." "Why not?" "You're my ex-husband."

Present- July 23rd, 2037 Today is the day. I am finally going to get married to Vittorio. It feels like yesterday when he proposed to me. The woman in the mirror is gorgeous in the dress that Jessica, Johnathan, and I chose. Today is also the fourth anniversary of our very first date.

I said with a smile. I didn’t know how I was managing to smile at my ex, whom I was asking for help. I didn’t even know where I was finding the courage. It had been eight years since we last saw each other, and now, we had to get married. I honestly had no idea what was going on in my life anymore. It was all too messy. "I will call you, Lexi. For now, I’ll take you home," he said. "Can you just drop me at the mall? My family might see you," I said hesitantly.

Right under the Ferris wheel stood a full-blown pink floral castle, balloons swaying like it was straight out of a rom-com. It was the proposal setup—I'd imagined it a thousand times. My chest tightened. I took a step closer, like my body was moving without permission. Dead center in the crowd: Shayne, down on one knee in a sharp suit. And in front of him, glowing in white dress—Vanessa. I froze. My phone buzzed with a calendar alert: [Eight-Year Anniversary Today.] What a freaking joke. He used our anniversary... my dream proposal spot... to propose to my ex–best friend.

My Ex-Husband Begged After I Married His Enemy My husband left me for the woman he loved. I gave him the divorce he wanted. Then I married his greatest enemy. What started as revenge soon became something neither of us expected. Because Lucian Blackwood had known me long before my ex-husband ever did. And now, Julian wants me back. But it's too late.

"Excuse me?" "Yes. We were dating before your crazy ex-husband separated us!" "Max, we never dated. We were only about to enter a relationship when you were arrested," I explained, hoping in some way that he would change his mind and let me go. He chuckled with a dark glint in his eyes.

"Totally. She used to cling on him so much, I was kind of surprised to hear their wedding got called off but I think I understand boss." "Really? Do you know what happened?" "Not at all. Does anybody except boss actually know what happened? They say even his parents don't know why he called the wedding off, the day before." "I would have gone to bury myself somewhere after that. How bad it must have been to cut it off the day before." "But here she is, acting like she is married to him and is walking around here like she owns the place." "It's better she acts like that, it's better than her coming here."

“You know I am doing this for you. For us. You are taking this way too personally.” “For me? Tell me how.” “I don’t want the world judging you for marrying me immediately after my wife left.” “You still have the temerity to say that even though the other person married right immediately?” She chuckled darkly. “Can someone fill us in on what is happening, please?” Maxwell asked. “Well, we ran into your ex-in-law at the hospital today, with her new husband and while the man insulted me and Jonathan, he only stood there, like a fool!”

"Everyone knows you love Grayson. How could you possibly marry someone else? Grayson loves you too. So, I'm willing to let you two be…" She said this while putting on the same tearful, pitiful expression she always did. Grayson opened his mouth, muttering, "Impossible… how could you be married? You're wearing the red dress I love most, wearing the perfume I adore—it's obvious you knew I would propose today." For some reason, trying to reason with them felt utterly futile. "I am married," I said evenly. "Grayson, we ended things three years ago. Stop harassing me—if anyone sees this, it'll reflect badly.