Wedding Night Stories Novels & Stories

Laura”s Pov. “You little slutty barren. All you ever do is bring shame and embarrassment to our family,” my mother in-laws' words echoed in my head as I gulped the third cup of whiskey down my throat, complied with the sounds of loud music from the speakers close to my ear, my head and eyes felt heavy with grief. The past fourteen months of being married to the Harrison family have been a never-ending nightmare. Every day came with its own bag of sorrow.

By the way, I had promised to bring you here—and we're finally here! Mark glanced at Andy, trying to stir trouble between us. "Mr. Carlson, wherever my wife wants to go, I'll go with her. You don't need to worry about it!" Andy put his arm around my shoulder. Mark's face darkened, and I could not help but feel a little pleased. I looped my arm around Andy's and walked into our room. We had a wonderful evening on our first night in Hawaii. The next morning, Andy was not in the room when I woke up. He left a note saying he would return with breakfast.

I understand the pressure of the workplace and support his career, so I take on all the housework voluntarily, keeping our home tidy and organized so he can relax when he comes home. Our life is plain and routine, without dramatic ups and downs or messy conflicts. To outsiders, we are just an ordinary young couple. The only thing is that busyness has reduced our time together, and most of our conversations are about daily chores, with less of the intimate interaction we had when dating. But this is common in adult marriages, and I never thought anything bad of it. Our third wedding anniversary was in one week. I wanted to prepare a gift quietly to add a little ceremony to our dull life. Usin

Chapter 1 Wedding Bells It was the day everyone was waiting for and the event everyone who was invited couldn't wait to attend. It was a very special day for Sienna's best friend Gemma. Sienna had always dreamt about getting married and starting a family of her own, her friend Gemma had always been in love but she wasn't that lucky because she ha d her heart broken so many times. Sienna was always happy for her when she fell in love and when she fell out of love she was there to console and comfort her because that's what best friends did .

Before Quentin could react, she had dialed the number. "Ryan, it’s your wedding today. Why aren’t you here yet? Yeah, we’re all at the Bingo Estate." Olivia, now excited, started gathering all the guests toward the ceremony hall. Meanwhile, my hands and feet grew colder, my blood seemingly ceasing to circulate. The phone rang for a long time before I numbly pressed the answer button. "Natalie?" That voice was like a devil whispering in my ear, making me want to throw my phone away.

My breath stopped. Bride-To-Be Caught in Hotel Room with Billionaire Hours Before Wedding. Another appeared. Actress Exposed in Pre-Wedding Scandal. Another. Vale Family Heiress Found in Bed with Mystery Man Before Wedding. “No…” I whispered, my fingers tightening around the phone as my vision blurred. There were pictures. Blurry, but clear enough. It was me. Walking into the room. Staying inside. My knees gave way beneath me, and I sank to the floor, my chest tightening painfully as the truth settled in.

It looked like lipstick. And I didn’t own a red lipstick. “Zane… I was….” "You were the one who wanted a morning wedding, Lily,” Zane muttered, shaking his head. “I told you my friends were throwing me a bachelorette and that I was bound to be hungover, but you didn't listen to me." "It was the planner, not me, remember? She wanted us to be done with this on time because you told her you had something else to do at night. Zane…"

Martinez claiming me fully, deliberately, in a way that left no room for doubt. "Thank you," I said quietly. "For what? I am just telling the truth." She passed Alex the hot sauce. "Now eat. You cannot get married on an empty stomach." We ate while Mrs. Martinez told us stories about other weddings she had hosted at the motel. The couple who had gotten married drunk at two in the morning with an Elvis impersonator officiating. The woman who had left her groom at the altar, then come back three hours later to go through with it. The elderly couple who had renewed their vows in the parking lot because the husband was too sick to travel.

Bea whispered to herself and took another deep breath and squeezes her pinky finger to calm down a bit. " You may now kiss the bride!" the priest declared. As she look back, Austin and her bride kissed, causing the church to be filled with great joy and cheers. 'My Austin.' It was her wedding dream, supposedly her wedding day yet here she is, running away because she is not the girl he ended up with. Witnessing the glorious union of your man with his girlfriend/wife feels like being stabbed by a twelve inches knife, directly into the heart.

No one knew where she had gone. With those troublesome people and problems out of the way, my life with Jesse settled into an unusual, peaceful rhythm. We were like an old married couple who had been together for years. During the day, we focused on our respective careers. In the evenings, we would return home to have dinner together. On nights like this, we would talk about work or share the little, mundane details of our day. It might not have been love, but simply the care and sense of duty shared between partners.