Novelas y relatos de The Day I Married

Ninety-One: Wedding Day Nate Today is the day. I am getting married to Daniylla. I am so fucking nervous. I feel like I am going to have a panic attack. I am seriously freaking out. I am pacing in the room when dad walks in and finds me in a mid-panic attack. “Calm down, Nate.” He tells me.

He asks. My eyelids fly up. I stare at him. He changes the topic and continues “ Do you know what day is the day after tomorrow. " He continues. His eyes meet mine. " The day I made a promise to you before I left you. The promise is to marry you. “ “ The day after tomorrow we will be having our wedding. A simple wedding before we go to F country.” “ Are you crazy?” I shout. “ Make your mind prepared. You don’t have to get stressed. The stylish will prepare you.” He says

𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜

I have fallen in love and have grown up, but my situation remains the same. I take out my diary and cross today’s date. 10th January. 349 days are left till next Christmas but Mom and Dad won’t wait till then and I can’t sit and wait too, because they have fixed my marriage and that also tomorrow. Guess who is the Man I am getting married to?

In future, if he'll do anything like yesterday, I'm not going to swallow it without returning the contempt to him. "Look at those pictures." Melanie comes to me and brings her phone in front of my face. My eyes widen. It's a picture of the wedding day when I was standing outside the Church with Samara's father. I freeze, she continues showing all other pictures and most of them are mine. "Don't they look good together? I really wonder why Samara hid her face." She asks to herself. My mouth goes dry as again whole wedding event spirals through my brain. That day was the most unfortunate day of my life.

I woke up feeling like a giddy child on Christmas morning - my heart was racing with excitement and anticipation. Today was finally the day I had been dreaming about for years - my wedding day! I was marrying the love of my life, the man who made my heart skip a beat every time I looked at him. Karl was the most incredible person I had ever met, and in just a few short hours, I would officially be his wife.

It was all so surreal, like a dream that I was afraid to wake up from. This was my life now, and I was determined to make the most of it. I was determined to prove to myself and to Ben that I was worthy of this new life, that I was capable of thriving in this new world. But amidst the splendor of this new life, a nagging question gnawed at me, casting a shadow of uncertainty over my immediate future. What happens when our marriage deal expires in seven days? Would Ben still want me to stay? Or would he take everything away from me—includung his love?

I had to hammer the door a dozen times before someone answered. "What the hell? I thought there was an earthquake!" An elder lady in her 50s poked her head out of the door and glared at me. "Why are you banging on my door during this hour? Are you out of your mind?" "How dare you? Who said this is your house?" I stepped forward, forced the door open, and walked inside. The setting of the house didn't change at all. But there were pictures of Derek and his wife on the walls. Flowers were scattered everywhere, which signaled that they had just gotten married.

This can’t be real. “Lila,” I said slowly, my voice steadier than I expected, “what’s the date today?” She looked at me, puzzled, as if I’d asked a ridiculous question. “The date? Raven, seriously? It’s January 24, 2023. Your wedding day! The day you’ve been waiting for!” January 24, 2023. The date rang in my head like a gong, and the room seemed to spin around me. It was the same day. The same damn day. The day I married Emerson. The day everything fell apart. But how was that possible?

Two fucking words. *I remember.* Blood from my injured hand had soaked into the edges of the note, smearing the ink. I couldn’t stop staring at it, couldn’t stop reading it. Couldn’t stop reliving every moment of the day. My wedding day. The happiest day of my life. The day I married the woman I loved. Was the same day she left me. A bitter laugh escaped me. Then another. Soon it sounded almost insane, because what kind of idiot was I? She had been acting strange all day, quiet and distant. Also nervous.