The Wedding That Freed Me Novels & Stories

My marriage my fatal accident. No medical and experienced doctor could resuscitate me back to life. I am just an empty shell. I only wake up for the sake of my business. House of Swank is my hope. My joy and pride. I at least have to point at and be proud that I built from scratch. The sound of my ringing phone made to snap out of my deep thoughts. "Lola!"I say. I have a huge smile on my face as I answer my phone. "Hey hey girlfriend,"she says.

With a soft smile, I nodded, welcoming her into an embrace that transcended the barriers of pride and prejudice. As Maria pleaded for my approval to help in planning the wedding, her vulnerability laid bare before me, I couldn't help but be moved by her sincerity. The realization that she, too, sought redemption and unity, filled me with a sense of purpose, igniting a spark of excitement for the celebration that awaited us.

Instead, he had just stewed in his anger and resentment. That was why he decided to get back at her on their wedding day by rejecting her at the altar in the presence of many people. He thought he would be okay by doing it, but that day was the beginning of his nightmare when he found out from Chris that the video was fake and was sent to him by Kiara step mother Tessy.

Hopeful ones. It was the night Winston had saved me. It was the night I had seen for sure what my husband was capable of. It was the night the scales fell from my eyes and I was able to see properly, the person I had been married to for the past two years... It was the night I was well and truly liberated from the shackles that were tying me to my husband. I had no regrets now. Only joy and peace and happiness. I waahed my face quickly in the bathroom, brushed my teeth and skipped down the stairs, mentally preparing to surprise Winston with breakfast.

Ronald answered sounding disgusted. Xenia replied bursting into hysterical sobbing," I went to ruin Mr Hernandaz's wedding because someone bribed me. I was in dire need of money so I did that crime. I thought Mr Hernandez will never understand who was the wedding breaker. But, I was wrong. He found me and threatened me to be his personal entertainer. He used Dimitri's life to blackmail me."

Sarah POV Today was the day everything was to end at last. Endless nights with pain, discomfort, suffocating weight of a wedding that was nothing but a gel - all this would now have an end. As a part of mine had been waiting such a long time for this day, it felt almost untrue. I gave months to the project, with the resort's grand opening marking its final milestone. I will be free once ended tonight, free from Adrian, free from this marriage, free to file for divorce, free also finally move forward with your life, once the last guest was left, and the doors were officially opened for business.

Happy ones. Caleb walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “We’re not just celebrating the case,” he whispered. “We’re celebrating your freedom. You’re finally free from him.” I nodded. I was free. Victor was no longer my husband. I wasn’t his anything anymore. Which meant Caleb and I could finally be together. No more waiting. Caleb’s mother walked in a few minutes later, and as soon as she saw me, she pulled me into a warm hug. “Sophia,” she said, smiling brightly. “You’ve made me the happiest woman alive today.”

"You've been free for three years. Now you know it." Three days until the wedding. Three days until I marry Lucien. Three days until our forever begins. And Travis Volt is nothing but a closed chapter. A painful memory I've moved beyond. Just like I told him. He has no power over me. Not anymore. Never again. I'm not the broken woman he married. I'm rebuilt. Stronger. Better. Free. And in three days, I'm marrying the man who helped me become this version of myself. The man who sees my strength instead of trying to control it.

His plagiarism scandal had been exposed. She was completely overwhelmed and, naturally, had no time left to harass me. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. The less time she had to bother me, the better. Work had been intense lately. I needed a proper rest. I planned to sleep at home for three days straight, but a phone call from my cousin, Evan Reed, shattered that plan. He had fallen in love with a girl and decided to get married after knowing her for just three days. I tried to talk some sense into him, but he was already too far gone to listen. He even threatened to tell my parents if I skipped the wedding the next day. Left with no choice, I put on my best suit and went.

They were waiting. For what came next. For who owned me. For who controlled me. For who would claim me. And suddenly I understood— I wasn’t just a bride. I was a spark. A weapon. A secret. A war. And this wedding… Was never meant to be a celebration. It was a battlefield. And I was standing in the center of it. I took flight to the other side of the mansion, tearing off part of my wedding dress to run freely. And I ran out.