My Groom Ran Away Novels & Stories

"Calling the police? What would that look like? The wedding invitations have already gone out. Do you know how unlucky that is? How disgraceful?" "Exactly," her husband echoed. "The police would have to investigate, ask questions—how would it look to have the groom missing right before the ceremony?" I laughed silently to myself. They said calling the police was bad luck, but the truth was, they were all in on it—two of a kind, and not the good kind.

The groom caressed the back of the bride's hand. "What accident?" The bride responded. Her eyes searched for answers. The groom finds it hard to open his mouth to respond. There was hesitation surging inside him. He thought telling her that she ran away during the event would make the lady think that she didn't want the wedding in the first place, so he opted for a different narrative. "You were in a car accident before the wedding ceremony began." "I see..." The bride replied in a soft voice. Her eyes were looking at the wall while letting a weak smile escape from her lips.

I plucked the groom's boutonniere and handed it to my wife, Rose Lane, then didn't bother with the subtle looks she and the people around us were exchanging. I just walked out of the hotel. Rose didn't come after me. Behind me, the hall erupted in applause as Rose and Zachary Zimmer took the stage, surrounded by the celebrating crowd. I knew this wasn't an accident. It was Zachary's way of poking at me. Too bad Rose couldn't—or wouldn't—see it. Maybe she saw and was deliberately letting it slide.

When I loved him, I gave myself endless excuses. I told myself he was just too busy, too preoccupied with bigger matters. But now, I couldn't lie to myself anymore. It wasn't that he couldn't spare the effort—he simply didn't think I was worth it. Gaius always believed his relationship with Michelle was innocent. He never once tried to appease me. Yet, sensing my uncharacteristic calm, his tone softened. "It was wrong of me to leave suddenly yesterday. I'll explain everything to our relatives and friends. Since you're so set on having a proper wedding, I won't refuse."

"Why are you slandering your fiancee like this, Nate? I can pretend that I didn't hear what you just said, so stop being so stubborn." He offered the bouquet back to me and continued, "Why don't we discuss this later after the wedding? Let's not delay the ceremony any longer." I didn't take the bouquet and let it fall to the floor, causing the petals to scatter everywhere. My tone was as cold as ice when I stared into Justin's bewildered eyes and hissed, "I'm being stubborn? The rest of the groomsmen remained in their spots. You're the only one who took off your shirt and approached her.

His voice was calm and even and completely sure of every word leaving his mouth in a way that made her feel unsteady by comparison. And then it was over. I now pronounce you husband and wife. The hall filled with applause. Charles turned to her. He leaned close, one hand coming to rest against her waist, drawing her toward him with a quiet authority that left no room for argument. His lips brushed her ear. “You was never meant to be his,” he said softly. The applause swelled around them. Clarissa’s breath stopped. She turned her face toward him slowly. He was already pulling back, already turning toward the crowd with the composed unreadable expression the world always got from him, already

And this time, he was not going back in defeat! 30 minutes later, the fully prepared Astar Levi ground his teeth as he hauled his suitcase away from the Cordia manor. What happened? Father-in-law directly kicked him out!!! And with a valid reason too! The groom couldn’t see the bride–ahem, the other groom before the wedding!!! As per the initial plans, the groom and bride should spend tomorrow morning preparing for the wedding separately, welcoming their side of the family in their own respective manors. When the designated hour arrived, each side would lead their half of the wedding procession to the wedding venue, where they would unite as one before the altar.

My groom lifted the veil and moved his face forward to kiss me. Finally!!! It is happening!!!! Before he could kiss me someone changed the song. From light background music, it changed to earth shuddering sound making me startle at my place. 'Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?' My heart jumped in its place and my leg slipped. I tried to catch my groom to save my ass but he didn't help me. My groom was standing on the stage with his hands folded to his chest and laughing at me along with the other guests. How mean!

Since Gina’s parents were on a cruise and could not return for the ceremony, I wanted my best friend to walk me down to the altar. “The groom is getting nervous. He sent me to fetch you.” His eyebrows were on high alert. “What’s that talk about runaway bride between him and your husband, G? You wanna run? Do you need me to sneak you out?” he asked, and Gina and I broke into a laugh our friend could never understand. “You two are nuts!” he frowned. “Let’s go! Don’t keep your man waiting any longer. It’s not nice.” He reprehended, offering me his arm. Gina was out of the room, and I took Simon’s hand. Breathing deeply, I walked beside him towards the beach where my future awaited.

Thunder rolled in the distance, low and threatening, as if the storm itself grieved with us. Be strong for Sofie. I passed the floral arrangements. The polished pews. The cello’s sorrowful hum curled with the rain’s quiet drumming. A duet of grief. And I walked straight into it, toward the girl who still believed today was the start of forever. All of it still pretending a wedding was about to happen. But the truth was already unraveling. The groom hadn’t just gotten cold feet. He hadn’t even shown up. He didn’t leave a note. He didn’t ask for time. He didn’t even have the decency to end things himself.