Accidentally Married Novels & Stories

she asked. Charlotte made a face. “Even worse.” Sia leaned forward, concern was evident. “Please, don’t stress me out like this. Just tell me what happened!” Charlotte sighed heavily. “I accidentally married a man.” Sia nearly fell out of her chair. “What did you just say?” With a pitiful expression, Charlotte explained, “We were drunk…” Sia, unconvinced, narrowed her eyes. “Charlotte Taylor Hart, I want you to tell me everything… every single detail.”

I took it without thinking. The floor was already filled with movement. No spotlight or audience. Just bodies, sound, and rhythm. Alex pulled me close, one hand settling at my waist, the other laced with mine. The song was upbeat, familiar, the kind you couldn’t help but move to. At first, I laughed. “This is ridiculous,” I said. “You’re smiling,” he replied. “I’m married,” I said back, like that explained everything. He spun me lightly, just enough to make me laugh again. When he pulled me back in, our foreheads touched.

"Wait a minute, Rachel. I know something's not right here." Rachel looked at her with concern. "What do you mean, Marina? You've been through a lot, but you're safe now." Marina's voice was firm. "I was married to Aiden. My husband, Aiden. And he's not just some figment of my imagination." Rachel's expression changed from confusion to shock. "Marina, I... I don't know what you're talking about. You've never been married." Marina's heart raced, her memories flooding back. "I remember our wedding day, our anniversaries, our life together. Aiden was real, Rachel. And I know something's wrong because he's missing."

"You seem much more calm now, and I understand what you're trying to say. I know you feel as if what you're doing isn't enough, and I'm going to tell you that what you're doing is enough. You've done the best you could with what you were given, and you always put us first. It was wrong of me to say that you don't care about us. The kids love you; they are just mad at you for not hearing their side of the story when it comes to disciplining them. You just get so angry at them that they shut down emotionally." "I know, and that's about to change. While I was in Vegas, I married someone, and it wasn't by mistake; it was accidental, because there's a major difference between mistake and accident

What would you do if you had a perfect life, a perfect fiancée, but all of a sudden you woke up one day and everyone was telling you that you were married to a female you had never met in your whole life? I didn’t know what to do either. I thought my Beta was playing a prank, but seeing how everyone was telling me the same thing made my head spiral in confusion. I had an accident. And I lost memory of the last two years of my life. I was married for a year to a female who tricked me into believing she was carrying my pup. Because I was a righteous man, I married her. Desiree told me that I told her we could still keep our relationship going in secret. She didn’t want that life, so she left a

“What if you are actually married to man of your dreams?” “It was a mistake. A clerical error, most likely,” I said. “Someone down at city hall must have put a check mark in the wrong place. Whoever I’m married to is most likely supposed to be married to someone else.” Maria inched closer to me and lowered her voice so others couldn’t hear, “But what about Vegas?” I covered my face with both hands and groaned. Would I ever outlive that embarrassment? It was bad enough that I had a one night stand. Would I have been so irresponsible to actually marry someone?

He turned pale and looked around, not seeing me. He asked in disbelief, "Say that again. Claire is getting married today?" Mark shouted at his friend hysterically, over and over again. "How could this have happened? Claire loves me. Why would she marry someone else? "I explained everything to her and even prepared another house for her. How did she end up getting married?" Mark was consumed with thoughts of all the moments we had shared, and his heart nearly skipped a beat. "I have to find Claire!" Mark ripped the flower off his chest and looked apologetically at Sharon.

His eyes locked on mine. “What the hell is so funny?” I leaned against the pew, lips curling. “You, lecturing them about mistakes, in a Vegas chapel. That’s funny.” His brows shot up. “Excuse me?” “Marriage is always a mistake,” I said, the words dripping from my tongue like venom. “It’s just contracts wrapped in flowers. At least they’ll figure it out now instead of twenty years later.” The bride gasped and the groom sputtered. The priest looked scandalized. But the man, the stranger, his jaw tightened, and fire lit in his eyes.

We’re having a serious conversation not fighting over it. “So, where did we met?” I asked. I was eager to know the real side of the story. “Our meeting wasn't planned. Let's say a coincidence. You needed someone and I needed a partner. We clicked and started dating. From there we got married. And for the accident, we have having a fight. You know normal couples fight on our way back from your parents house. Then we got into an accident. And here we are now” in as much as she was all serious explaining, some part of me was kind of doubting. How can we meet and fall in love a short amount of time? I wasn't desperate to get a partner talk more of getting married. And I know my parents wouldn't

Remember that accident you had? ―Accident?‖ he dumbly repeated, unable to believe this horrible thing was happening to him. Here he was, married to a beautiful woman...and he couldn‘t consummate their marriage? She walked across the room and pulled out a letter from one of the dresser drawers.