The Day I Married Novels & Stories

I saw none who was familiar. The fuck, Am I really getting married to day?. I tried to rub ny eyes for the kast time but I fekt the foundation on my hands. Wedding day supposed to be memorable, this one exceeded that- it's too memorable that I wanted to forget it right now The song is playing and I recall thw song. This is one of my favorite as well. Way back home. That is the title of the song. I do not know what is up with that day but everything seems heavy and everything seems to be not a good event. I wanted to cry, I can feel the heaviness forming in the side of my eyes.

I swallowed hard, feeling my eyes moisten up again. I opened the first page. Most of it was the same. The problems with his mother. His father's death...the only difference was that, there were absolutely no traces of me. Nothing at all. My eyes welled up more as I flipped the pages hard, till I got to a certain page. July 17th, 2022. The day we had gotten married. I swallowed as my fingers moved to let me read Luke's words on the marriage.

It was the kind of day you dream about when you imagine your wedding, the kind of day that makes you believe in happy endings. I'd woken up at dawn in my parents' house, too excited to sleep. This was it. My wedding day. The day I'd been planning for months, the day that would change my life forever. By evening, I'd be Mrs. Miles Morretti. We'd be husband and wife, partners for life, building our future together.

I did my best to hold back the sorrow rising in my chest. It wasn't the first time anyway. I'd gotten used to it by now. Noticing my foul mood, Emma threw the cake into the trash. "If you can't eat it, I won't eat it either. By the way, Nathan…" She suddenly grabbed my arm. "I have some free time today. Why don't we go register our marriage?" I froze in place. In five years of marriage, this was the first time Emma had ever asked me to register our marriage.

I was loved only when they were alive. They passed early. It was George who had raised me. Later, Kai gave me his heart. I thought I was the luckiest girl, even without my parents. But on my wedding day, everyone turned on me. I wasn't a happy kid. Their love wasn't real. It could be taken back anytime. But it was okay. I'd found another path. I'd served my country and lived true to myself. As I closed my eyes, flower petals in the graveyard fell on me. They smelled sweet.

The weird, searing sensation spreading again at the side of my chest. I didn’t know what it was, but I was not ignoring the diary now. So I reached for it, rising back up as all my previous excited feelings slowly dissipated. Not wasting another breath, I flipped it open. “Day 1; Mom says I’m getting married soon. How? Do 10 year olds also get married? Mom isn’t married, why do i have to get married? And who am I marrying?” Talking marriage at 10… I’d expect nothing less from the Mackwells. “Greedy clowns,” I spat, “Will need more drinks for this,”

I have an appointment with my client in 30 minutes to discuss a project. I'm just about to retrieve some important documents from the office when I realize there's no one around. I call the person in charge to ask what's going on, only for them to tell me, "The records room is locked. The entire company is off today." I'm utterly confused. "It's not a public holiday. Why isn't anyone working?" "It's… Mr. Harrington's decision," the person on the other end answers hesitantly. "He arranged a company outing today to celebrate Ms. Shaw's achievement." I'm stunned for a moment. "What achievement?" "Ms. Shaw just landed her first deal since joining the company. Mr. Harrington said this i

The day I got laid off, I called my girlfriend, Juliet Sidwell. No answer. I rode my e-scooter home through the rain and stumbled into my apartment soaked, a cardboard box in my arms. The place was packed. Family. Friends. Relatives. And right in the middle of it all stood Juliet and my friend Paul Bartel, raising their glasses to my parents. The second I walked in, the whole room went silent. My box hit the floor. Everything spilled everywhere. Juliet walked over, calm as ever. "Why are you here?" I just stared at her. "What the hell is going on?" Something flickered in her eyes. "Paul and I got legally married last year. The wedding's today." My ears rang. Then I slapped he

After my family goes bankrupt, my father uses dirt on the Holt family to blackmail Sebastian Holt into marrying me. Because of this, Sebastian hates me with every fiber of his being and kicks off a whole new era of creative cruelty once we're married. He makes me wait on him while he hooks up with other women. He lets his buddies mess with me however they want. He even tried to get me killed for the sake of his precious true love. When I finally reach my limit and ask for a divorce, Sebastian tosses a stack of photos of Isaac Stark and me in my face and flips the . "You were keeping a pretty boy while you were married. If you want out, then you walk away with nothing," he snarls. He's c

From the time I was 22 until I turned 30, Brianna Everly and I had a wedding every year. The only thing we never had was a marriage certificate. She said she was afraid of marriage, terrified that we'd end up like her parents. So I gave her eight years to prepare herself—until our eighth wedding, when Brianna showed up in the wrong wedding dress. It looked just like the wedding dress she'd always worn for our ceremonies, except for one detail. The name embroidered along the neckline wasn't mine. It was my best friend, Leon Stratford's. I was about to confront Brianna when my brother, Dominic Sterling, grabbed my arm. "Harrison, it's been eight years. What's the point of digging into it no