The Wedding He Stole From Me Novels & Stories

"You thought I had moved on." "I thought you had replaced me." The confession came out rough. "I hated you for it. I hated myself more because I still wanted you. Sophia was there, and she loved me, and I thought maybe if I married her, I could pay my debt and stop wanting a woman who had already chosen another man." His eyes lifted to mine. "Then I saw you at the wedding. I knew from your face that I had been wrong, but by then Sophia was my wife, she was pregnant, and everyone was watching. I didn't know how to undo it without destroying her."

"Mamma knew a long time ago that Ryder wasn't the one for you. A man who truly wants to marry you doesn't make you wait seven years without a ring. It's not too late to walk away. Everything for the wedding is already in place." "It's in three days. Take your time packing. No need to rush." So, in everyone else's eyes, it had always been crystal clear. And for seven years, I had believed his empty promises, letting him string me along. "Mamma, you choose. I don't have a preference. Just keep the ceremony simple." I heard footsteps behind me. Ryder had appeared at some point, and at the word "wedding," his voice turned sharp. "A wedding? What wedding?"

She playfully warned me that Stephane had never known how to charm a girl, even as a child, so I would just have to be patient with him. Sophie was my maid of honor. "You're the coolest bride I've ever seen," she said. "After getting betrayed by a scumbag, you ran off to Palai, built a career, and picked up a Palaian husband along the way." I chuckled. "He's mixed, actually. Half Amritsan." "Even better! Then you two never have to fight over whose family to spend the holidays with." The whole room laughed. We kept the wedding simple—no flashy motorcade, no emcee, and none of those long, drawn-out formalities.

Jared's POV I didn't stick around. I went home. My neighbor did a double take. "Jared? Why are you home? Wasn't your wedding today?" I'd been planning that wedding forever. Everyone knew. So yeah, getting ditched at the last second? Not exactly easy to hide. I didn't stop unlocking the door. "We're not getting married. She's busy." Busy giving her ex a wedding. Pity flickered across my neighbor's face, but she was nice enough not to ask.

My boyfriend Ethan Carter always had an excuse for Ava Taylor, his childhood sweetheart. She'd lost her parents when she was young, so according to him, I should cut her some slack. If she called in the middle of a date, he'd leave without a second thought and abandon me at the table. When he got his first paycheck, he spent every penny on a gift for her. He didn't even think of getting me anything. When a hurricane hit, he rushed to Ava's side and stayed with her for days. He didn't remember I existed until the danger was over. That was my breaking point. I told him to choose: her or me. He didn't take me seriously. He just laughed and leaned in to kiss me. "Jealous, baby? There's nothing b

My fiancée, Harper Turner, kept a young lover at her private estate, and his features looked almost identical to mine when I was younger. She bought Dylan Cole limited-edition sneakers, took him to exclusive venues, and made sure he never crossed paths with me. Everyone in our circle knew I was the one boundary she would never cross. She had even bought the coffee shop I frequented simply because I'd once casually remarked, "The coffee here is really good." But this time, her pampered little lover had grown bold. He filmed a private video of himself with my fiancée and slipped it into the promotional video for our wedding. "Mr. Parsons, I know I'm only her kept man, but Miss Turner swit

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

But there was also a rush, a pull that she hadn't felt in a really long time. “Zoey?” Jordan asked as she pulled her hand away from his. “What are you saying?” she asked, her heart thumping rapidly for clarity. “Help me stop this wedding,” he begged. Zoey studied the man sitting right in front of her. He looked desperate, helpless, and worse—he was begging her to end his own commitment to a fraud. She knew she didn't have to get involved; it wasn't any of her business to begin with. Yet there were reasons beyond just the money now, and saying no to it was almost impossible.

“Why? She loves you. You’re engaged already and I know you were planning to get married. It should be take after the new year. ?” “She's just a bit conservative, Harry. She had a norm to keep. That’s gonna be her last straw. I can’t lose her like that.” “Then just go fucked someone else here. I don’t care anymore.” “No, I’m not gonna touch just anyone. No one but Alicia...” or maybe our Jessie? Theodore pondered over it in his head with the remainder of his consciousness. The image of that little woman appeared and the memory of her alluring scent made his mind run wild.

I didn't even see them at the wedding ceremony. Only their select family members and important people are invited to the wedding. I can't believe myself that I am now the wife of the devil who raped me. He didn't just use me once. He has taken advantage of me many times. Every time he did that to me, no more tears fell from my eyes. All I do is stare at the ceiling. I'm numb, I can no longer feel pain or regret. Kiss... Kiss... Kiss... The cry of the people who wake me up so that my mind can return to generation.