My Wedding His Farce Novel Novels & Stories

I can see how both of them are waiting for this day. I hope that everyone’s wedding will be like this also. I remember when Marcus and I got married, I was left alone that night while he went out with his mistress. I’m still thinking about that. How could he leave me the night of our wedding? A Wedding is for Men and Women who promise to be together for happiness and sickness till death do their part. But our wedding was different from this because it was all fake. After he left me that night, all I did was to get drunk. I had fun, too, even though I can’t deny that I’m terribly disappointed. I don’t care either. It’s okay with me because he can do everything he wants.

"Today is Emma and I's wedding ceremony, why are you trying to steal the limelight? Do you want to hold the ceremony with me on behalf of Emma? I tell you it's impossible! It can only be done in a year!" "I advise you to take off these fancy things and put on the cloak, otherwise what will others think?" I looked at his condescending look and just found it funny: "Jonah, are you so self-indulgent? When did I ever say I would marry you today?" Jonah looked down on my words and showed his sharp canine teeth. "Don't be stubborn, Harper. You’ve been in love with me for so many years?" "You are speaking angrily now but be careful not to lose face later."

When I returned to the mansion, I began packing my things to move out. … That evening, Harold didn't come home. He had dinner with Leila at a restaurant that had recently gone viral among couples. Leila even posted a series of photos to commemorate it. The post's caption read, 'Our Mr. CEO said we must celebrate the first day of our new marriage.' When I saw the matching phone cases and cute couple poses in the photos, my heart ached in bitterness. When I first started dating Harold, I wanted to use matching items and take goofy couple photos. He shot my requests down as childish.

This time, I let it ring, like a nuisance call. A few minutes later, the call ended, and the room returned to its initial silence. Looking at Anya's tweet, I felt no sting, no burning anger. If I had to feel anything, it was a sense of absurdity. Their wedding and my wedding were on the same day; I didn't know if it was coincidence or fate. That night, when Ted finally came home, I was already in bed, eyes closed, breathing steadily—pretending to be asleep. He moved quietly through the room, his steps measured and alert—so unlike the arrogance he usually wore so easily as the heir to a powerful family.

“Dylan, are you okay? What the heck are you talking about? Of course, my sister can't go to your wedding. She’s getting married today too.” Dylan felt like he had been struck by lightning. He froze, completely stunned, and his mind went blank. His hand trembled as he gripped the phone, hardly believing what he had just heard. “M-Married?” he forced the word out. “To who?!” His voice rose uncontrollably. “Haven’t you seen the financial magazine or headlines lately? She’s marrying the heir of the Muller family—Jasper Muller.”

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

he reasoned. “It has all been taken care of.” Devin actually glowed. “What?!” they exclaimed in unison. “Hell! I’ve been planning this wedding for the past twenty-five years. You didn’t think I would miss something, did you? I’ve already booked the church and convinced old Miller to perform the ceremony. Everything is under control. Everyone in town knows that the marriage is on Sunday,” he announced jovially and added as an afterthought with a wicked chuckle “And of course you two are invited!”

LAURA It was finally, finally the D-Day of the wedding. I wouldn't say my wedding because I was against it. Minutes ago, Eric had called to ask if I was ready. They were waiting for me at the cathedral. I stood in front of the huge mirror, staring at my reflection. I wouldn't deny the fact that this dress looked so expensive to its taste, but the tears that fell from the corners of my eyes threatened to ruin my makeup. Seriously, who does wedding this way?

My head was still pounding so I grabbed the coffee she prepared but her hands snap my hand away. “that’s not yours! Get your own damn coffee!” “Alright, since you already have called me a stupid oaf and I don’t remember anything, may I know why my wife is sending me death glares?” “You want to know why dear husband?” Opening her notebook, she furiously wrote “I’m actually writing it on my diary. First day as a married woman. Our wedding was blissful and happy. My husband promised to give me my wedding night after days of halting our sexual intercourse. I was excited to consummate our marriage when my dear husband fell asleep in the middle of his seduction. The worst part was I got locked out