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

Jared's POV I didn't stick around. I went home. My neighbor did a double take. "Jared? Why are you home? Wasn't your wedding today?" I'd been planning that wedding forever. Everyone knew. So yeah, getting ditched at the last second? Not exactly easy to hide. I didn't stop unlocking the door. "We're not getting married. She's busy." Busy giving her ex a wedding. Pity flickered across my neighbor's face, but she was nice enough not to ask.

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,”

Rose said pitifully. "You're making it sound like I'm the guilty one here. He asked for it and I want him to help me get back at my ex's family" "Why did you two break up?"Rose asked. "He brought his pregnant girlfriend on our wedding day and broke up with me. They tried to soil my name saying I ran off with some other man. " "I am not sure if I'll be able to love again. I don't want to go through so much pain and.."Clara stopped to wipe the tears off her face.

"I'm guessing that she can't afford it. Just look at her shabby clothes." "Why did she show up for the wedding if she doesn't have money? How shameless!" Their insults were like needles stabbing my heart. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. It was a set-up. Charlie had planned to ensnare me in his trap from the moment he sent the wedding invitation to me. The toast earlier was a lead-up to the moment he would force the exorbitant bill on me.

Our relationship was the envy of our friends. Maxwell proposed to me on our graduation day, and I accepted without hesitation. We started preparing for our dream wedding, a fairy-tale ceremony on a beautiful island. The color of the day was blue, Maxwell's favorite color. The night before the wedding, we spent our last moments together, gazing into each other's eyes, and promising to love each other forever. I felt like I was on top of the world. But the next day, Maxwell was nowhere to be found. I waited for him at the altar, but he never showed up. The reporters we had hired to capture our special moment instead took pictures of me, alone and devastated, in my white wedding gown.

I am an AI holographic image creator. After creating a holographic image of a deceased son for a grieving parent who has lost his only child, I gain a modest following online. Every day, people message me privately, asking me to create holographic images and videos of their deceased loved ones. Occasionally, I pick out a few requests and help them fulfill their wishes. One day, as I browse through my messages, a profile picture catches my attention. "Can you create a holographic image of my late girlfriend in a wedding dress? Her dying wish was to marry me, and I promised her I would give her a grand wedding." I stare at the profile picture, feeling a little light-headed. It is a small b

He lifted his face and gave me a tearful gaze. Knowing that he had an accident on the day of our convocation and that I believed his claims to desire to marry me were false made my heart sink with guilt. I jokingly said to him one day that if he wanted to marry me, then he would have to propose to me in front of the entire college. I would only accept his proposal if he appeared in the convocation program, and when he did not, I became more convinced that he was just joking with me all along. "Nathan, there is no use in discussing this any further; I am already married and happy in my life." I put my hand on my stomach and think about my unborn child.

"I love you so much it scares me. You're the bravest person I know and the smartest and the most beautiful and I don't deserve you but I want you anyway. I want to marry you again. Properly this time. With better vows. And I want to mean them. Really mean them. The way I should have meant them the first time." Silence on the other end. Morton's face went pale. "Scarlett?" More silence. Then: "You're such an idiot." Morton's face fell. She hung up the phone. "Shit." He sat down. Hard. "What did I just do?" "You proposed drunk. At two AM. Over speakerphone. To you ex-wife." He started laughing. "I'm getting married," he said again. "To the same woman. For the second time. Is that allowed? Is t

I mumbled under my breath and clutched my duvet tightly. Nothing hurts more than being rejected on your wedding day. I thought Connor and I had things rolling perfectly. He shouldn't have proposed if he knew he'd have me embarrassed in public like this. Every day I get to see different news headlines about my marriage fiasco. Most of them were lies while some of them said the exact truth of what happened on that ungodly day. Despite the air-conditioning in my room which was at a low temperature, I was still sweating profusely.

The public is crazy in my opinion. The wedding suggestion was brought up by me. I could reflect on the way Aaron's eyes glinted when I suggested we get married on time. Even though I had said it out of sexual frustration that night, he had laughed at me and asked me about my decision the next day and I had given the same answer. He also confessed that he had been advised by Alvize to propose to me but he still thinks it's the best decision he had ever made. Right from my teenage years, I had always dreamt of myself in a wedding attire ready to be bonded with the man I love. And it truly came true but the real-life one isn't easy as it's clipped with disturbance, and bombarded with deadly thr