Revenge of the Abandoned bride

Chapter 1: Leilani’s Pov I came to an abrupt stop, my veil draping over my face as I saw my husband-to-be standing at the altar with a bride that wasn't me. My knees buckled but I never reached the ground. I stood still, frozen in time as all heads swirled in my direction, gawking at me and whispering in an indistinct mumble. Cormac smiled and lifted the veil over her head and this time I felt oxygen sucked out of me, the air in my throat hitched and my chest tightened as my best friend stood about to say my vows to my husband. What the hell was happening? It felt as though the world came to a pause, my body went still and hot. A shudder ran through me as goosebumps prickled and spread over my skin. No no no, I’m dreaming, I’m imagining this! This is my mind playing trick on me. I pinched myself to wake up from this nightmare, but no matter the amount of pain I inflicted on myself, it was reality, my best friend and my husband. I squinted, blinked, all to no avail. When I opened my eyes, I saw them still. They said the marriage vows, and with one glance at me, they kissed passionately. What in heaven is happening? My chest grew tight, my environment became too small, I felt a dagger being plunged into the red organ in my rib cage. Pain was never a familiar friend as my heart broke again, shattering into a million pieces. “Cormac! Cormac!” I yelled and started up towards the altar with jelly legs. Unable to stop the tears welling up in my eyes. “What happened? What's going on?” my steps along the way were hesitant and uncertain. my soul and sanity seemed to have left me as I was moving like a corpse. Only after one thing, answers. Answers from the guy I have abandoned everything to be with, sacrificed all—— God! I couldn't even start thinking of them, I'd lose my mind. I just needed answers. “Ava! Ava, what's going on?” I called out as I sauntered towards her in trepidation. “Who's that lady?” the priest asked. “Sorry ma'am, but you can't be here,” a guard came to stop me. “What do you mean I can't be here, this is my wedding, that is my husband to be at the altar!” I screamed. By now I had pulled off the veil from where it was pinned on my head. Screw the stupid veil! “Cormac tell them! Tell them I’m the one you’re marrying!” I beckoned him. “Cormac! Ava!” A scream tore from my lips as I pushed and fought to reach the altar, to reach them. When my screaming and fighting all went futile I resolved to plead. “Tell me what’s going on, please,” a few kilometers close to the altar, two hefty men pulled me back again. “Please Cormac, tell me, please.” “I'm sorry ma'am but you can't be here? The wedding must go on—-” I snapped, my anger having the best of me. “Pastor! No! He's my husband, I was supposed to be there, I have a reason that these people shouldn't be together! Pastor, hear me out!” I thrashed over the iron grip of the guards, restraining me from going forward. From seeking the answers I sought. “Take her out! She has nothing to say!” Ava’s mother yelled from the congregation. Why were there so few people posed on the bench? I had friends that were coming, why was the place so empty…. Whyyy “What?” I whimpered. Was this really happening? “She’s a slut, she's here to put asunder, take her out of here!” the woman shot up, pointing to the door with look as grave as a decayed body. “Cormac, how could you do this to me, I love you, why?” I cried, straining my eyes to meet with his green ones. Adrenaline was cursing through my veins and my thoughts were barely intact. “Pastor, they shouldn't be together, I have a reason to prove it!” snort flowed from my nose. While they were pushing me through the door, one of the guards built like a bulldozer coincidentally stepped on my wedding dress and ripped it apart. My gaze followed the damage on the dress and as if that was a confirmation of my reality I screamed from pain. “I'm sorry but we have passed that section, you have to forever hold your peace,” the priest said from the altar where he stood, covered in white attire. “What? No no it can't be no!” I murmured. It was happening, “no please no!” “Do you sir, Cormac know this lady?” the pastor asked out of the blue. “My husband doesn't——,” Ava was saying before Cormac interrupted her mid sentence. “No, I do not,” he replied coldly, staring deeply into my eyes. The once forest green eyes that were my safe haven held no emotions, no love from our past lives. “No, this couldn't be happening,” I looked around like a crazy person muttering out ‘no,’ continuously. “You have heard my husband, now take her out! She's disrupting my wedding,” Ava ordered, eyes burning into mine. “No! You can't do this to me, no! Not after everything, Cormac!” I yelled as I thrashed my bod against their iron fist. “Leave!” the guards pushed me harder, causing me to fall face flat on my wedding dress. The pain connected from my head to the entirety of my body. They were murmuring, and it was as though the falling sank some sense into me. This wasn't a dream nor a nightmare, it was happening, it was f*****g happening. I felt hands pushing me out and the place was buzzy with inaudible mumbles. I heard a ringing in my ear other than that nothing more. Staggering and stumbling on my heels, I fell, but that didn’t stop them. They kicked me out of the hall with a bruised knee and a cut to my face. The place suddenly became bright, and I knew I was outside. My body and mind was numb, still in shock, barely able to process what was happening. Outside, I stooped and tried to force air into my lungs but they grew hot and tight, repelling every form of oxygen from getting in. With my hand on my chest, I coughed and hit my breast, desperate to breathe. The oxygen came in sharp, like it was ripping through me. It was painful, then I coughed and kept counting my numbers, desperate to resume breathing. Slowly, gradually I took in extended air. “Breath Lilly breath.” I stroked my chest as I repeated those words. My knees were all jelly and I wobbled to my feet. Everyone was casting promiscuous looks at me. But to hell with that, that didn't matter, I had to get out of here. Then what. Where was I heading? I might as well just die. I've lost everything. I had lived my life for Cormac, given him everything, I had nothing now, nowhere to return to. Home? I didn't have a home. My home was Cormac. I heard the honking of cars, or maybe something. I currently wasn't aware of my destination I was just meandering aimlessly. My intestines twisted like a rattlesnake, and then I hurried to a corner and puked. I wrenched and wrenched. When I was done, I continued on my path. It’s over for me, it’s all over. The words churned in my head as I gaited to god knows where. A mirthless laugh tore from my lips and I couldn’t help but guffaw and cry as well. Suddenly, I felt a grave impact that sent me flying over. I fell on my stomach, then rolled to lay by my side. My body scraped hard on the concrete ground, and then I saw it, the driver struggling to control his steering wheel of his trailer, he couldn't. Looking back, I spotted an incoming vehicle and to my side the bridge. I was in the middle of the road with no escape route. Is this how I end? A chuckle left my lips. What a hilarious way to live and die. The man never successfully controlled the vehicle. I shut my eyes and then heard the screeching sound of the tires. The back of the vehicle connected with me and I went gliding, my body was in midair, the wind was carrying my torn wedding dress and the last thing I saw was the ocean. I dropped into the water like a rock as my head collided with something hard. At least my death is quick. I thought. Hello, if you're seeing my book. Thank you, and buckle up, we are about to take the best ride of our goddamn life. Muah