The Wedding That Freed Me Novels & Stories

“Mr. Owen’s office says you are committed, and the wedding will be rescheduled. Is that true?” Freeda looked into the nearest camera. “No.” Another voice shouted, “Did you have a breakdown?” “No.” A man with a tight tie asked, “Then why are you here?” Freeda lifted the folder. “Because I am done being spoken for.” She opened it to the first page and held it flat on the podium. “My father did not leave me a love story,” she said. “He left me a piece of his world under my name, waiting for me.” Flashbulbs popped.

"Here. It's the single dollar I agreed to let you pay for the so-called wedding that never happened. It supposedly symbolizes one love for all eternity." I looked at his beet-red face and made my next words clear. "Now, I'm giving it back to you. This is your severance pay. "You were right, by the way. Let's just forget about getting married after all." Then, I stood up without looking at him again. I pushed open the cafe door and walked out, feeling the warm and cozy afternoon sun on my face. I felt absolutely liberated.

I said calmly, “the wedding is canceled.” I waited for the murmurs to quiet. “Here’s why.” I let the footage run—every kiss, every grope, every heated glance between my fiancé and my stepsister—projected twenty feet high for the entire elite of Emeralda City to see. Then I spoke again. “My fiancé and my stepsister chose to fuck each other on our wedding day. Enjoy the show.”

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

The specific kind of check she deployed when she was making sure Zara had considered all the dimensions. "I know," Zara said. "The relationship. The engagement. The planning app. All of it." She held Adaora's gaze. "He wants the world to see a woman who used a family for personal gain. I want the world to see what actually happened." She paused. "Which is a woman who planned a wedding, found a conspiracy she had not been looking for, and told the truth about it every single time she had the choice not to." The kitchen was very quiet.

My fiancé Damian Crowley and I'd been together for six years. But the night before my wedding, he demanded that I let my twin sister, Chloe Lambert, take my place as the bride. "Chloe doesn't have much time left. This is her only dream. Think of it as granting your sister's last wish." My own parents jabbed their fingers in my face and yelled at me too. They said I owed Chloe my life. It was only a wedding, they said, and I should stop being so selfish. Three years ago, I'd slipped and fallen into the water, and Chloe had supposedly risked her life to save me. She'd been in fragile health ever since. From then on, my family blamed me for everything. I walked on eggshells around them and gav

"I know." "I spent two weeks undoing what Paige booked with the florist and the caterer. A hundred people I've never met are coming to my wedding, and half of them already have a save-the-date I never saw. June and Iris are sitting in the front row instead of standing next to me. Paige knew about the rings the same day we ordered them. This was the one thing I thought we still had left, Colin. And now that's gone too." Her voice was not steady anymore, and she did not try to make it steady. "You know how much this meant to me." "And what about what I need?"

When the chandelier crashed down at my wedding, I shoved my best man, Evan Simmons, out of the way. I couldn't get clear in time. A metal support rod drove into my lower back and snapped, leaving a jagged piece embedded in the wound. Blood soaked into my dark military dress uniform, but the thick fabric and wide, rigid belt hid the injury. Evan, my parents' adopted son, had a clotting disorder. A shard of glass barely grazed his forehead, but blood was already running down his face. My bride, Sophia Russell, was an ER doctor. She rushed to Evan and held him against her. "His blood doesn't clot properly! Even a small cut can be life-threatening!" I caught her sleeve and pointed to my low

For the fourth time, Sienna stood me up at the marriage registry to take care of her adopted younger brother. “Kane, Ryan’s mental stability index is nearing critical levels again. I’m the only one who can stabilize him. Can you wait a little longer for me?” I glanced at the clock on the wall. The registry office would close in fifteen minutes. This time, I said nothing. I simply tossed our registration form into the void behind me. In an age when mutated beasts ravaged the world and two-pilot mechas ruled the battlefield, I was the only person in the entire Alliance capable of piloting one alone. Yet for ten years, I had willingly served as Sienna’s personal co-pilot, risking my life throug

My fiancé hated anything that felt like a hassle. In the five years we dated, I always chose where we went. His only job was to have his driver take him there. For birthdays and anniversaries, he gave me the same Barbie-pink lipstick every time. When we started planning our wedding, nothing changed. I tried to go over the guest list with him, but he said it was too much trouble and couldn't be bothered to check it carefully. Even when it came to our engagement photos, he complained that the shoot would take too long, so we only did one basic package. Today, I came to the wedding planning studio alone to give final approval on the arrangements. As the planner, Claire Bennett, pulled up the re