The Wedding He Never Noticed Novels & Stories

her step mother asked, "The wedding is almost starting!" She turned to her and can't stop trembling. How could a wedding start without a groom? "I'm sorry, but I need to fetch Zack!" "Amara!" her stepmother shouted at her. "Are you losing your mind? You are the bride! You must not do that!" being an elite lady, it was against the etiquette. This is a private wedding where she and the close friends are there. Yohan and Lucas, her dearest friends looked at her with such pity in their eyes.

Do you pledge to choose respect, kindness, and compassion toward one another, to listen deeply to one other, and to speak to one another truthfully, today and always? Couple: "We do." Their parents and their friends were witnessing the real wedding with their real love to bind together. Ivy couldn't stop sniffing and crying.

franklin winked and offered his hand for me to take. "No... Go in and I'll join you later, "I replied to him. He nodded in agreement and walked into the bathroom. I laid on the bed and smiled at my happiness. I was married to the best man in the world. We Were finally together and we we're both going to be together forever. A knocked sounded on the door and I wondered who was knocking at this time of the night. "no one is in the house " I thought. I walked to the door and opened the door for whosoever was at the door and it was the greatest mistake of life.

But the strange thing was… I didn’t. Maybe it was the quietness in him. The way he never raised his voice. Maybe it was the way he looked at me—not like a stranger, but like someone he’d been searching for, for far too long. Or maybe I was just tired of waiting for something—anything—to begin. --- The wedding happened three days later. No white horses. No string quartet. Just vows spoken in a cold marble hall beneath a stained-glass ceiling that filtered the sun into fractured shadows. He wore black.

"I won't stop you after the wedding tomorrow. Please, don't go. My parents don't believe the Don will marry me. If you walk away, they'll sell me to that bastard who tortured his three wives to death! "If you insist on leaving, you'll need to run me over first! In any case, I might as well be dead. If you don't want me, I'll have to marry that bastard." Lorenzo's hands tightened around the steering wheel, the veins on the backs of them bulging. After a long while, he let his hands fall. On the day of the wedding, the motorcade rolled toward the church. The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased.

The groom, rumored to be too weak to attend the wedding, went out, wandering? He must be purposely ignoring her! "Uncle Liam, when Oliver comes back, can you please let me know?" Natalie asked. She didn't lose her temper. Mr. Liam's eyes flashed with appreciation, and he replied calmly, "Of course." However, Natalie woke up the next day without seeing her newlywed husband. The groom didn't attend the wedding, and on the wedding night, the bride was left alone in an empty room, the guest room. No wonder Hailey went to great lengths to have her replaced.

I inwardly chided myself for letting my mind wander into thoughts about him at a time like this, but I couldn't deny the flutter of my heart in his presence. The grand moment arrived, and the room hushed in anticipation as the bride made her grand entrance. Her white gown flowed elegantly around her, and the bridesmaids, like ethereal angels, accompanied her on each side. All eyes were on the bride, and yet, I couldn't help but notice Alex on the stage, standing with an aura of detachment. His expression appeared cold and distant, a stark contrast to the joyous occasion. It was puzzling and disheartening to witness such indifference on his wedding day.

The wedding was 30 hours away. The owner of the pizzeria where it was to be held, Bob Walden, had long since helped me decorate the place the way I wanted it. When I called him, he cheerily asked whether I wanted to get more flowers to spruce the place further. I smiled bitterly. "I'm canceling the wedding, Mr. Walden." He sounded relieved. "That's great! You've finally seen sense. No proper man would make his wife settle for a wedding in a pizzeria in this day and age—he's just making a fool out of you!

That voice was like a devil whispering in my ear, making me want to throw my phone away. "Try hanging up on me and see what happens." I swallowed my emotions and gave a low response. A cold chuckle came from the other end. "I thought that by refusing to be Quentin’s best man, I wouldn’t have to see you again. But I heard I’m the groom today? What’s wrong? You forgot to inform me?" I picked at the stain on my wedding dress and struggled to reply. "Don’t worry about it." There was silence on the other end. After a long pause, his voice came through, as chilling as the winter wind.

The one I'd always tried not to look at too long. "He's here," I manage, voice shaking. "Everything's fine. I'm just waiting for you." The call ends. The silence that follows is deafening. I hadn't known. God help me, I hadn't known. Mark was never home — there was never any reason to learn the difference in the dark, in my own bed, on my wedding night. I should have noticed. I should have fucking noticed when I woke to an overly normal morning and something felt different in the best possible way.