My Wedding His Farce Novel Novels & Stories

That wasn’t funny, not even a little bit. “No, she didn’t!” I told him and he nodded. I closed my eyes and suddenly I didn’t want to attend the wedding anymore. “Ah man, as weird as it is to see Malachi and Jessica together, this is one wedding I won’t miss.” He started laughing again and shook his head. “Stop laughing, it’s not funny!” I told him but he kept on laughing until he couldn’t breathe anymore. “Imagine that, your wife, the girl from high school who stalked you and two of Jess’s best friends you slept with, this is going to be epic,” he said through his laughter and I looked at him.

Days, Months, and Years passed by. Things were not as smooth as they seemed to be. The level of worries for Anjana was increasing day by day. And one day something happened that she was never ready to accept it. While she was cleaning old things from the bed box, she found some greeting cards with some romantic notes on them. However, she already knew that Amreet was having a girlfriend before marriage, but, that hardly made her worried much because it was all before her marriage. but, one day when she opened his f******k account, she found that both of them has chatted together even after their marriage. This made her very much agitated.

"What are you doing, Dion? That maid doesn't deserve to be here!" "She's not a maid, Julia." Dion pulled Savira's body and put her hand on Savira's stomach. "Introducing this, Savira, my wife. I only came yesterday to let you know that I was married, Julia. The reception will follow. As soon as possible." "Don't you joke, Dion!" "Do I look like I'm joking, Julia?" The woman in skimpy clothes was silent but unable to cover up the anger that resided in her chest cavity. She felt humiliated for losing to a poor woman like Savira. Julia did not accept.

Everyone present applauded loudly. I saw someone wiping tears. "They're a match made in heaven, a talented man and a beautiful woman." The person next to him sneered, "Everyone knows that there are two children in the family, a real daughter and a fake one. The fake daughter stole the real daughter's boyfriend, so the real daughter didn't come to the wedding today." "No way." The man was surprised and was about to ask for details. However, he was stopped by Derek, who was standing next to him.

I said, "Whatever it is, I'm going ahead with the divorce. The house you and your mother are currently occupying is my premarital property. I'll give you a week to move out." After that, I turned and left without another look back. I went to a hotel and had a good night's sleep. When I woke up the following morning, I saw that yesterday's debacle had made the local news. "Plot twist after plot twist—a woman uses her sister-in-law's identification to see a doctor and tries to frame her sister-in-law for having syphilis!" "Crazy woman claims daughter-in-law has an STD but ends up ruining her daughter's wedding." It was also through the Internet that I learned what had happened after Gretchen a

On my wedding day, I received a call from my husband three years in the future via a time machine. In the video, he was lying in bed with my maid of honor, calmly telling me he had cheated. The screen went black. I sat frozen on the suite's sofa, unable to process it. Ethan and I had been together for eight years, since college. He was the youngest rising-star attorney out of his law school. I was the surgical prodigy out of mine.

he said. Ivanna was flattered, she saw how much effort he gave to his ex-girlfriend but she just supported him. "Wow." she just said. Ash packs the cake into a pink cake box. Ivanna was in the dining, watching cartoons. "I'm going." he said. Ivanna didn't say anything but after he left, her tears started to fall and her eyes landed on their wedding photo. "Yeah, our marriage was all fake and just made up." she whispered.

His eyes locked on mine. “What the hell is so funny?” I leaned against the pew, lips curling. “You, lecturing them about mistakes, in a Vegas chapel. That’s funny.” His brows shot up. “Excuse me?” “Marriage is always a mistake,” I said, the words dripping from my tongue like venom. “It’s just contracts wrapped in flowers. At least they’ll figure it out now instead of twenty years later.” The bride gasped and the groom sputtered. The priest looked scandalized. But the man, the stranger, his jaw tightened, and fire lit in his eyes.

"You'd only enjoy that far too much." "I don't enjoy any of this," he growled, his raspy voice dropping into a dangerous register. "You certainly deliver your cruelty with remarkable talent for someone who claims not to enjoy it." Something flickered across his hard features…a crack in his arrogant facade, a flash of genuine surprise, or perhaps the closest thing to guilt he was capable of feeling. But he didn't apologize. I hadn't expected him to. The wedding took place eleven days later. It was small, cold, and calculated…held in a drafty marble chapel with a single photographer paid a fortune to make a transactional nightmare look like a fairy tale romance.

There at the center of every gaze, he'd forgotten even to set the letter knife down. He opened his mouth, wanting to call my name. But only a broken rasp of air came from his throat. A mouthful of blood surged out, spattering across those scraps of pure-white gown. A ghastly sight. Amid the horrified screams of the whole hall, he collapsed in the church he'd decorated himself. This wedding that no one attended ended, in the end, as a farce. And I, far away in the polar region, was recording the first set of data sent back from the deep sea.