Funny Fake Marriage Certificate Novels & Stories

It seemed like just an ordinary document with their signature. His mind almost stopped working when he realized what are the files. It was the marriage contract Audrey and himself signed the day before their wedding ceremony. Shane checked the rest and found out that it was some legal statement with the result of an investigation. His eyes were locked on the all-capped word saying 'FAKE', printed on the right corner of the sheets.

There is not a bit of hope left in her. He gives her an owlish look. As she rolls her eyes and says "do not try to convince me. Mr. Tedd. We are off boundaries." Her voice was shaky. Julien keeps the silence ahead of her protest as he shrugs and says "I don't give a damn. It's a fake marriage, remember. Today you will sleep here on the floor as said. Tomorrow if you want to stroll around the city, be my guest." He dismisses himself as he rolls his sleeves and turns around to see her anguish look. "Sorry, but I would rather not."

Carsen walked up to her side and looked at the photo in her hand, "My wife was beautiful too." Wife? On special occasions and at specific times, when Carolyn heard this word, her joy was beyond words, and her smile on her face was even brighter than flowers. The two of them walked out of the photo studio and handed the photos to the staff responsible for reviewing identification documents. In no time, two small red booklets with stamped seals were in Carolyn's hands. Until she got into the car, there was still a smile on her face. Carsen looked at her adorable appearance and said, "It's much more than the fake marriage certificate you and Angelo made back then, isn't it?"

I slap him, loud and hard. He gasps. His hands goes to his face in reflex motion and his friends stop dead in their tracks and turn around. "What's wrong?" I snap. "You want to know why I'm mad?" I finally shove the certificate in his face. "Why the hell did you forge a marriage certificate on my name?" He catches the certificate, his brows furrowing in confusion as he reads the content. He looks up. "A marriage certificate? I didn't do it. Why's my name on it?" He looks genuinely shocked.

She picked up her phone and dialed another number. "Hello, Jim. I want to ask you about something." The person on the other end was her college classmate, now a marriage and family attorney practicing back in Luxoria. "Lydia? This is a rare call. What's up?" "I-I want to ask if I went through the motions of getting a marriage certificate with someone, but the certificate turned out to be fake. What would I have to do to make him my legal husband?" There was a three-second silence on the line.

Three hours later, a dozen photos flooded her inbox. Wesley and the girl—Irene Shmuck—buying groceries. Holding hands at the movies. The worst one sat at the bottom. A photo of a marriage certificate. Dated over a year ago. Lyra couldn't stop trembling. She remembered Wesley standing at the altar, looking straight at her as he swore, "Lyra, I will never betray you in this lifetime." So this was his lifetime? That short? Her phone buzzed. The investigator sent a follow-up message: "Irene, 24, schoolteacher. The marriage certificate is fake. Wesley paid cash to have it made. He goes to her apartment every Wednesday and Friday afternoon."

he blurted out of nowhere. “Are you seriously kidding me right now?” He smirked. “Of course not. I am serious. Let’s get married. Let’s make this whole thing real. We were supposed to get married anyway. Remember, we are still engaged.” “Oh my gosh, you still remember that fake engagement?” “That engagement brings us closer together, thanks to your dad.” “I wonder how dad would react if he knew about our relationship.”

We approached the officiant who told us how it works and went ahead to grab fake rings, repeat fake vows and pose for photos. Afterwards, a man in a nice suit approached us and asked if we wanted to sign the marriage certificate. We both looked at each other and said sure. It's fake anyway. Eric signed first then I signed, scribbling down what I felt was my signature. Man, I'm really wasted. We finally stepped out of the casino with the “ fake certificate” in my hands. Eric’s arms were wrapped around me as I leaned heavily on him, barely able to stand. “Are you alright?,” he asked.

Answer aunt Jane while standing next to me. "Don't lie to me! I'm Mario's wife. This is our marriage certificate." She said as she pointed out a marriage certificate from a Civil Office Record. Mr. Singgih snatched the letter to prove its authenticity. Of course she inflamed when her marriage papers were just taken. "It's a fake marriage certificate. No holograms as an authentic marriage certificate issued by the Civil Office Record. Ms. Chua can compare with this one." Mr. Ridwan explained while handing over 2 marriage records.

Perhaps out of sympathy, the lawyer still accepted my case. When he took the marriage certificate I handed over, his eyes widened. "Mia, this marriage certificate… is fake. You and Mr. Hudson were never actually married." "What?" I shot to my feet, convinced I'd misheard. "How could my marriage certificate be fake? Look again—carefully!" The lawyer adjusted his glasses and examined it once more. "I'm very sorry, Mia. This certificate truly is fake." I laughed, though tears streamed down uncontrollably. Seven years. Two thousand five hundred and fifty-five days.