The Wedding That Freed Me Novels & Stories

It’s relief. God, what kind of person does that make me? But I can’t deny it, my chest loosens, just a little. Maybe this is it. Maybe fate finally did me a favor. Maybe I won’t have to marry him, won’t have to keep pretending. No wedding, no future I never wanted. Isn’t this what I wished for? Isn’t this freedom? But freedom painted in blood doesn’t look so clean.

Julian, her former lover and now Evelyn’s husband, sat beside her, his expression unreadable but his gaze fixed on Kaira. “What was that stunt you pulled at the wedding yesterday, huh?” Claudia’s voice was shrill with anger as she practically shouted into Kaira’s ear. She threw two newspapers onto the coffee table, and Kaira’s eyes widened slightly when she saw the headlines. It was the first time she’d ever made it into the news—she, the forgotten daughter, had actually captured the public’s attention, and on two front pages, no less. *Wow, I’m quite the celebrity,* she thought darkly.

I liked it too and left a comment: "Congratulations and best wishes." I stared at the diamond ring on my finger as it caught the light. After hesitating for a moment, I took it off. I had worn it for so long that it felt more like a trap than a symbol of love. For the first time in three years, I posted something new on my social media. "Prioritize self-love and grant others the freedom they seek." Then, I scrolled through my old posts. The last one was a picture from our wedding day. I was smiling brightly, and my eyes were filled with affection for Nolan, completely unaware of the irritation in his.

Inside, I sat beside the man who had just detonated my wedding and saved my life. And for the first time since this nightmare began, I realised something with clarity: I was free from Evans. Free from my toxic mother. Now, I can look into Helina.

My mom called, scolding me, "Paige, have you lost it? Look at what they're saying online! Throw away your company over something so small? Hurry up and apologize to that girl!" My dad yelled in the background, "You're just twisted because you can't get married! Jealous of that girl's happiness! You've shamed our family!" I hung up, but my peace was short-lived as Ainsley went live again in a big way, streaming her wedding preparations from trying on dresses and picking rings to decorating the new house. In every stream, she shaded me. "I really gotta thank my ex-boss. Her oppression made me see who truly loves me. Why do women have to make it hard on each other? Hope she can get over it some

He quietly ordered Oscar to take Eunice backstage and have her presentable again. For the sake of both Powell Group and himself, this wedding had to go on. However, Eunice could no longer bear the judgmental looks and whispers from the guests. She broke down completely and fled the wedding venue. All that remained of the wedding was a grim-faced groom. And so, this farce billed as the "Wedding of the Century" finally came to an end with the bride running away. It wasn't until the afternoon of the day after the wedding that Eric finally found Eunice huddled beside a pile of garbage, muttering to herself over and over, "I'm not the bride."

“Emily, do you have to make a scene in public?” The wound ached faintly, but I no longer had the energy to argue with him. I kept walking. Behind me, Nathan shouted my name in exasperation. I acted as if I had not heard him. By the time Hannah and I finished shopping and I got home, it was already evening. Then Chloe suddenly posted on social media. I opened it. It was a photo with a caption. Birthday night. The person I love most is by my side. In the picture, Chloe had her eyes closed, smiling as she made a wish. A man was turned slightly away from the camera as he placed a birthday hat on her head.

My husband, Ethan Glenn, loves making me jealous. He says every time I get jealous over his childhood friend, Samantha Locke, it proves how much I love him. So every anniversary, he lets Samantha play "Mrs. Glenn" for a few days while he and our friends bet on how long I'll last before I snap. The first year, Samantha took a photo in my nightgown, curled up in Ethan's arms. I was furious and snatched it back. Ethan just kissed me and laughed, saying he knew I could never leave him. The second year, he gave Samantha our bedroom and sent me to the guest room. He only let me back in after he saw me tearing up outside. Then he told me she was staying for just one night. Last year, Ethan br

My mother, Diane Sutton, was helping me into the bridal suite when she suddenly stumbled forward. Someone had smeared strong adhesive across the red carpet. Her shoe came off, and four of her toes poked through her torn stocking. My father, Martin Sutton, rushed over to help her, but as soon as he turned, everyone saw the sticky note on his back. "Clearance! 99 cents!" The room fell silent. Chiara Lombardi, Enzo Valli's assistant, couldn't hold back anymore. She burst out laughing, then said, "Look how embarrassing they look! I hereby declare the 100th test officially underway!" I froze. "Wasn't it already over?" Three years ago, Enzo told me he wanted to marry me. His father, Don Marco Vall

A month before my wedding, I happen to find a shared wedding planning folder on my fiance Tyler Bilson's computer. I just wanted to check if I've missed anything, but instead I find countless comments he and my sister, Winona Shaw, left on it together. Under the champagne roses I picked, Winona leaves a smiling emoji and writes, "Tanya really has great taste." Tyler replies, "But I think red roses would look better. They'd complement your bridesmaid dress." Winona leaves another comment under the scented gift boxes I specifically prepared for the guests. "Tanya really lives up to her reputation as a perfumer. This gift set will definitely make your wedding unforgettable." Tyler replies,