Accidently Married Novels & Stories

He blinked, and the memory dissolved—only to be replaced by another. The accident. His own screams. Waking up in a hospital bed months later, only to be told the collision had left him infertile. A man with everything—now with nothing. “I can’t lose another one,” he murmured, his voice cracking. “I can’t…” The doctor lowered his head. “You don’t have to decide now, but—” “No.” Raymond turned abruptly. His eyes were red, his voice rough. “Don’t say that. You just said she doesn’t have time. So don’t stand there and tell me I don’t have to decide.”

I want to cry so badly but I manage to keep myself together. Maxmillan turns me to face him. Before he can utter a word, I start speaking. “I am so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen…” “Why didn't you tell me that you were married before?” He asks softly and a tear slips past my cheeks. He brushes it away with his thumb. “I am sorry…” I sniffled. “I didn't think it was necessary…” “It is necessary,” he states. “How was I supposed to know he was your nephew?” my voice comes out sharper than I expect. I have been through so much with Dante that everything relating to him just brings pain to me.

I said. "Anything." "Do you regret marrying me?" He looked startled by the question. "What? No. Why would you ask that?" "Because we've had maybe six months of actual happiness. The rest has been crisis after crisis. The accident. The miscarriage that wasn't actually a miscarriage. Victoria. The kidnapping. The separation. And now this." I gestured at the hospital bed, at my imprisoned state. "Normal couples don't go through all this." "We're not a normal couple. We started as a contract marriage that turned into love. Of course we were going to have complications."

I once assumed that was just how he was, but now I knew that it depended on who sat beside him. I married him at 22. Seven years later, we still had no actual wedding. Even before we got married, I knew there'd always been someone else in his heart. He'd agreed to our marriage just because his grandmother—Eleanor Rhodes—demanded it. Most importantly, the woman he loved had left for abroad. But now, she was back, working as his assistant, always by his side. I drew in a steady breath and fixed the polite smile back on my face.

I quickly got dressed into my pyjamas and slowly crawled into my bed. I could not believe the day I had. I first went to some guy’s house and he managed to play along with a lie with me thinking it was all his, only to find out that it was not his house, then my ex-fiance carried himself to my house to kiss only to tell me he is getting married to his mistress and then some forbidden guy kissed me and probably wanted more but the minute I mentioned I was a virgin, he left. All of the guys I kissed that day ended tragically.

"That isn't exactly true." "Do you want the truth to be that you got drunk in Las Vegas and woke up married?" The room went silent. I looked away. August's jaw tightened. Esme nodded. "Exactly." She continued. "You were both busy. The company had major projects but still managed to fall in love. You didn't want to turn your marriage into a public spectacle, while still working on your careers." August said nothing. "Then the marriage was accidentally exposed." I glanced at her. "Accidentally?"

"He must be a dumb jerk cheating on someone like you." A small smile curved out of my face. It didn't seem like he was saying it to make me feel better. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, and those little words warmed my heart. "He mistakenly sent a video of a girl blowing him off." His eyes widened for a few seconds. "Wow, that's so horrible of him. I can't imagine finding out your partner is cheating on you in such a shitty way."

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.

Richard was out driving late at night and got into an accident. Was it because he was out looking for her? Maria was torn, not knowing what to do. Her logical side was telling her that no matter what happened to Richard, it had nothing to do with her. They weren't even legally married. Technically, they were never truly husband and wife. But her emotions were telling her something else, clashing with her own reasoning. Whenever she let herself think Richard's accident might have happened because of her, she couldn't sit still.

“You do this to yourself. You’ve got to stop blaming everyone else for your problems.” He chuckled and leaned back. “Are you trying to say that you marrying my girlfriend is right?” “Look, I’m not telling you anything other than the fact that you two are adults who are free to go with anyone out there. She was not engaged to anyone and she wasn’t dating. Of course I would have her. We got married and suddenly you’re mad at me. Don’t you act like you’re innocent either. You were playing Amelia and Audrey.” “What?!” “You knew they were sisters and you still went on to engage one while keeping the other by the side. That was wrong.”