The Case Of The Betrayed Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

my father added calmly as he stood, "prepare to face the consequences." "What consequences?" I asked. "That is not up for discussion," my stepmother snapped. "You have to understand that this family will not protect you anymore." Silence closed in. I straightened my back. "Then I refuse." My stepmother scoffed. "You are foolish." "No," I said quietly. "I choose myself." I walked away to my room, feeling angry and sad. I thought betrayal was the worst thing that night would bring, but I was wrong. It was a marriage I never chose.

“Beautiful! That scumbag finally used his brain for once!” I only gave a faint smile. The show was far from over. I took out my phone and hit send. The next second, the LED screen in the church—originally playing romantic music—went dark. Then a photo appeared. The one Rose had sent me: she and Ethan in the hotel bed before the wedding. Next came every line I’d photographed from the two time capsules Ethan and Rose buried together. The crowd erupted. “Oh my god! So the groom cheated before the wedding? And the mistress is the one wearing the dress?”

But if there was any trace of soft-heartedness, how could he easily leave her, and how can he say that it was not important whether the child was kept or not? All of Mian's beautiful imagination has been shattered. This marriage was a dream, and it really should end. She slowly moved her head to look out the window, but the next second the door was pushed open. She felt some movements meaning someone had just entered. Before Mian could turn back, he was pulled from the hospital bed. The person who came was Mian's mother-in-law Adda Barak. Adda Barak learned today that her grandchild and she was about to explode. Mian was really a useless waste, even the child in the belly couldn’t be saved!

I climbed up the steps to the designated seat for the bride and the groom, and settled in anger. My eyes were tearing up, as a familiar sense of betrayal filled my chest, seeing that bastard and my sister without even a sense of guilt for leading me on and betraying me, made me realize that I was indeed unlucky. I was hurt, cheated on and ridiculed. Yet, I was still the one who got married to a psychopath, while they both have their happy endings? I grabbed the flute glass containing light coral pink colored content…Rosé, in a single gulp, I finished the content and took the other one.

"Grandma has passed away, and this necklace was made from her ashes. How could I not jump in after she threw this necklace into the water?" Meanwhile, Sarah tugged his hand pitifully. "Hunter, didn't Jerry say that her Grandma is doing well in the hospital?" Hunter's face grew even more stormy. "Audrey! That's your own grandmother you're cursing, for God's sake! How could you curse her like that just because you're jealous of Sarah! Retrieve the necklace and apologize to Sarah!" I felt my body freeze from his betrayal. I scrambled miserably to the poolside after retrieving the necklace from the bottom of the pool.

Jasmine had sworn that his forbidden affair with the queen, his own shameful indiscretion born of loneliness and the queen's seductive manipulations, would remain buried. She must have told him. He had underestimated his bride and her ability to envy. Betrayal burned in his chest. He always loved her, but somehow her cunning made his dick ache for her even as she betrayed him before his very eyes. He looked between the daughter and dad, his eyes darting from Aryan's smug grin to Jasmine's flushed, ecstatic face. Shock and devastation got the better of him. As did his pride. "I want nothing to do with her henceforth. You've soiled my virgin bride. I cannot marry her," he stammered, his voice

Today was our wedding day. D-day, big day, or whatever term other people called it. In fact, it was supposed to be the happiest day of my life…our lives. And yet the groom-to-be was nowhere to be found. Little did I know he was on one knee in front of his supposedly dead ex-girlfriend when he should have been waiting for me at the altar as I walked down the aisle. Never I imagined that his haunted past would cause even the only thing we had to crumble before my eyes.