My Funeral, Her Wedding — Novel

About

In a world where love and betrayal intertwine, secrets linger like shadows. Just days before his funeral, James finds himself caught in a tumultuous web of emotions as his wife, Sophia, prepares to marry another man, her first love, Liam. The weight of unspoken truths hangs heavily in the air, and as James faces the end of his life, he grapples with the painful reality that Sophia has never truly loved him.

What happens when the heart is torn between loyalty and longing? As the divorce papers are signed, James realizes that his final gift to Sophia may unravel the very fabric of their shared past. With Lily, Sophia’s best friend, by his side, the truth remains buried, but as the countdown to his funeral ticks away, can the bonds of friendship withstand the pressure of unconfessed feelings?

In a heart-wrenching tale of loss, love, and the quest for forgiveness, the lines between life and death blur. Will Sophia ever understand the sacrifices made for her happiness, or will James’s silence seal his fate forever? As the story unfolds, each character must confront their own truths, leading to a poignant reckoning that could change everything.

My Funeral, Her WeddingChapter 1

A week before I died, my wife, Emma’s first love, Liam, returned to the country.

That night, she didn’t come home.

The next day, I received her call.

“I’ve prepared the divorce papers. Come home and sign them.”

I coughed lightly before replying, “I’m in the hospital.”

Her voice was cold, sharp. “I don’t care where you are. Even if you’re on your deathbed, you need to come back and sign them.”

Calmly, I responded, “Alright.”

She didn’t know I truly was dying.

On the day of my funeral, my wife was busy marrying Liam. Later, she wore a pure white wedding dress and leaned against my tombstone, tears streaming down her face as she murmured, “If there’s a next life, I’ll still marry you.”

That day was her wedding day. It was also my funeral.

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The doctor wanted me to stay in the hospital for observation. I refused.

I knew my body better than they did. My life was counting down and there was no reset button.

I didn’t want to spend my remaining days in a hospital bed.

When I returned home, Sophia was sitting on the sofa. Her gaze was cold and indifferent.

“Weren’t you in the hospital? You look like you’re in pretty good shape to me,” she said.