Una Boda Y Otros Desastres Novels & Stories

Claudia announced with mock cheer, “isn’t this cozy? A beggar’s wedding with barely a soul to witness it.” Vanessa snorted, covering her mouth as though she couldn’t contain her delight. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Elena, in her dirty apron, is marrying a man dressed like a vagrant. Perfect!” Heat rushed to my cheeks. My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to vanish, but Adrian only pulled out the chair beside him at the registrar’s desk and said firmly, “Sit.”

The same eyes I inherited from him. “If this is another lecture,” I said, slipping a hand into my pocket, “save it for later. I am busy at the moment.” He slid a newspaper across the desk. My face stared back at me with the bold headline.: BILLIONAIRE HEIR'S HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THE MARRIED WOMAN. DOES NYC HEARTBREAKER GO AFTER MARRIED WOMEN TOO? I scoffed. What a joke. It was one meeting in a hotel lounge. As we walked out, she grabbed my arm for support. A photographer, conveniently positioned outside, captured the exact moment. One photograph was all it took to convince the whole city I had slept with the wife of our biggest business partner

... While I waited for my dress, Desmond appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my arm and pulling me outside. He looked scruffy and unhinged. "Let's go to City Hall and get our marriage certificate." My head spinning, I realized he had lost it. I yanked my arm free, glaring at him. "How long are you gonna keep this up? Do you have to ruin my life? Can't I have a good day? I wasted 13 years on you. Can't you stop being so selfish?"

"Wedding countdown: 30 days. Chris disappeared. I couldn't find him. I spent the whole night crying while staring at our wedding planner's notes on my tablet. My eyes were swollen in the morning." … "Wedding countdown: 20 days. Chris came back. I'm so useless. Did I push him too hard? Did I give him pre-wedding anxiety? This is my fault. I shouldn't be like this. I just… love him too much."

Who else would be desperate enough to marry a madman. ##################

My body shook vigorously. “Boaz…” I called out, my shaky palms hovering over my mouth as tears rolled down my cheeks. “Boaz…” This time, it came out as a muffle. There he was, my husband getting married to another woman. Gradually, he turned around, and his eyes darkened with hate. “What are you doing here, Elora? You should be home performing your wifely duties.” He pointed out, his voice laced with disgust. His words only caused my heart to ache some more. Especially the second the bride turned around.

I missed her so much. But this was a desperate time and desperate times call for desperate measures. I pulled the box out and laid all the dresses on my bed. I picked two out that I loved, and decided to start there. The first one was slightly too large around my boob area… but the second… I could not believe it fit the way it did. It hugged my waist but still gave my stomach just enough wiggle room where it wasn’t obvious I had a baby bump. Not to mention the spaghetti strapped top allowed for some boob- but it didn’t overdo it. I had never felt more beautiful then in this exact moment.

Cold feet Recap/ hi I'm Boma Hart, there are a few things you know or maybe just forget, it's feeling Scott's wedding, and now, reality seems to have struck on him, that he professed his love to me, and to add up the whole drama; the bride herself wants to back down from going through with the wedding, which to me, is a flipping hell no!! I've got to change her mind, but if, she refused to listen, I'll gladly tie and drag her to the alter, because I cannot have a failed wedding on my records. ( Shuddering breathing)