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So for now spending a night together, their official wedding night would have to do. Without wasting anymore time, he bade farewell to Chandra who was signing off his most charming smiles tonight towards his wife, just to get her back in his room (And bed ) And was failing miserably from the hocus pocus of the performers who were performing tonight that had Devika glued at her spot. So he laughed at his sulky brother and left them to wage a war of his own. As soon as he took the first step into his chamber, he knew it was going to be a long-long night.

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I heard that she later went to a small city and worked as a wedding host, barely able to make ends meet. Once, Heidi and I were travelling in that city with the twins when our car inadvertently passed a hotel in which a wedding was taking place. A familiar figure stood on the stage, wearing an inexpensive dress and holding a microphone as she recited the same old blessings to the newlywed couple. She seemed to sense something and looked up, glancing in my direction. Our eyes met. She froze at once, dropping her cue cards to the floor. Heidi slowed the car down. "Wanna go down and take a look at her?" she asked.

It was a recounting of the events that took place between her and Sean the night before. Before she could comprehend the situation, there was a knock on the door followed by a group of reporters that blocked the exit. They could not wait to publish the news of Sean having spent the night with a mysterious woman. The Sheldons were the most distinguished family in Blackwood. Evidently, they were an aristocratic family and had a literary reputation. Old Master Sheldon was an old-fashioned man. After he found out about it, he announced Sean and Sabrina’s wedding immediately.

My mother-in-law glared at me coldly, blaming me for being unreasonable and demanding divorce so lightly, embarrassing her family. My own mother pinched my arm forcefully, while flashing an apologetic smile at my in-laws. My stepfather snorted coolly, scoffing at me for being an embarrassment before dragging my mother out of the wedding hall. And having had their entertainment, the guests dispersed, not forgetting to shoot me sympathetic looks before they left. Thunder clapped from the horizon, soon followed by a downpour. I was still wondering how things turned out like this. The wedding hall was halfway up a hill.

Charlie's Point-of-View Rachel Mead, my soon-to-be wife, didn't take off the microphone on her wedding dress, so the overlapping moans came through the sound system at the wedding. In that instant, every guest in the hall turned to fix their gaze on me, some carrying ridicule, others carrying sympathy. "Did you guys hear that? Mr. Lund is actually being cuckolded…" "Oh, my. Isn't this live broadcast way more entertaining than the officiant's speech?"

A sorrowful wedding night later turned into a happy ending. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading. The wedding has officially come to an end. Thank you all for reading this lovely story up till now. I appreciate my dedicated readers and my ghost readers. I love you all and I hope you keep supporting me. TWN has officially signed out. Love y'all Oluwatosin melody.

As the daylight breaks, Evan hurriedly packed his things, already decided to leave the island. For him ghosts are superficial but due to the incident last night, it's appropriate to leave. "The owner's wife jumps off from the rooftop. It was believed that her spirits linger around the house." He could hear her sister talking in his head. He didn't care, all he wants was to travel away from the noise and find peace yet he can't deny the fact that he somehow feels the uneasiness in the mansion.

Her friend was slowly falling for the Axford brat after all - as Felicity liked to call him - and she had no idea, at least not yet. They all had dinner in less than thirty minutes, with jokes and lots of wine in between. The children stuck to orange and apple juice of course. After that, they all gathered at the fireplace, while West and Felicity decided to put on a show for everyone. "...I knew I loved you then, but I never showed! I held it back cause I was scared of letting go…" As Felicity and West screamed their drunken heads off in the name of karaoke, Mackenzie sat on the floor by the fire place, baby Emily lay on her lap asleep.

But along with the anticipation came an overwhelming fear, fueled by the myths and stories I had heard about the pain and marking rituals of the wedding night. As I lay on the bed, waiting for Adolph to join me, my mind raced with thoughts and worries. The whispered tales of agony echoed in my ears, painting a picture of an unbearable ordeal awaiting me. I clutched the silk sheets tightly, my nails digging into the fabric, seeking solace from the rising anxiety.