I've Probably Made A Mistake In Getting Married Novels & Stories

"I get I'm not perfect. Marrying was a mistake, huh? I wasn't that desperate. You proposed me. I didn't." "Why married me then?" He asked. "You could've said no." "I was madly in love." I am madly in love. "Maybe I should have. Maybe I should have listened to dad and mom." "Maybe I should have too." Sniffing, I took a deep and shaky breath. "Maybe this marriage was a mistake. I will be in our room." From whatever respect I was left with, I went to our room, closed the door and sat on the bed, hugging my arms to the chest, rocking back and forth.

"This is the end of the chapter." I thought of my husband and sister again and my heart tingled. In the years since I got married, he had never defended me so much. “Our marriage was a mistake.” Yes, it was. If it wasn’t for the mistake, it wouldn’t have been my turn to marry him. Now it’s time to put an end to the mistake. I signed my name on the dotted line. I set the papers back on the table, and I let it all sink in. For a moment, I allowed myself to cry, the tears flowing freely as I mourned the end of our marriage.

Her panic filled the room, sharp but I barely looked at her before turning back to the officiant. “There has to be a mistake somewhere. I’d know if I were married.” I said firmly, not out of certainty but at how ridiculous it even sounded. The middle aged man swallowed, visibly nervous now, his fingers shaking as he typed on his computer, likely trying to confirm that he was seeing things. But a second later, he turned the screen slightly toward me to show my marriage status on their database. “Sir, as you can see here,the marriage is registered and legally binding.” “No,” Violet cut in, her chair scraping loudly against the floor as she stood. “No, that’s not possible. He’s supposed to be m

he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he moved towards his desk. I stormed out of the room, my chest heaving with anger and hurt. I went back to my room, slamming the door behind me before collapsing onto the bed. The tears came then, hot and uncontrollable, as I replayed the night in my mind. I tried calling Andra, but her line was busy. After what felt like hours of crying, I finally looked down at my ring, the symbol of a marriage that already felt like a mistake. “I’m married,” I whispered to myself, trying to find some comfort in the words. “That should be enough.” But it wasn’t. It wasn’t nearly enough.

“At least she sounds like she’s not after your inheritance. And I’m involved in enforcing that agreement.” “No, she’s not. I don’t think so. I gave her my credit card, and she hasn’t used it. I don’t know what to feel, relieved or insulted.” “When do you plan an engagement party?” I drew a deep breath. I wasn’t supposed to tell her about my marriage right now, but it seemed that I was out of options. “It’s done. We got married last Monday in the city hall.” Well, that went well. Mom just rose from her chair and walked out of the dining room. Watching her disappointed and affected by my foolish mistakes broke my heart.

I said, my tone biting. "What are you saying? We just got married," He said, his voice laced with confusion. "That doesn't matter," I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. "I made a mistake, and I want to correct it. Let's end this charade." I hated the fact that I had to have a second life as his wife. Why couldn't I be reborn at the point my mother was still alive? I would have protected her better. "How can you call our marriage a mistake? We did so much to get to this point," He spat, anger creeping onto his voice. "Why are you trying to ruin our efforts? What is wrong with you?"

Chapter 19 BIANCA’S POV Did I mess up by signing that contract and agreeing to all his terms and conditions for our wedding and marriage? A part of me worried it was the biggest mistake of my life, while another part insisted it was not. It was just a piece of paper with fancy words. A piece of paper can’t define our marriage. It can’t define our love. The love I have for him.

Irina “Oh my fucking God!” I blatted out, walking as quickly as my feet could. I didn't try to look back in the room that I stormed out to. “Alonzo Waldorf. I married the wrong man. H-How did that happen?” I combed through my head for an answer, but nada! “Irina, you finally answered! Where are you? What happened to your little scheme? Did Damian's uncle say yes to marrying you?” “Are you in the hotel?”

Did I really make a mistake by accepting this marriage? My happiness slowly faded away. Little did I know, my marriage would lead me to doom.

"I thought you said dinner?" "Dinner at my place. Do I look like a man that sits in a fancy restaurant?" ...Don't let me tell you what you look like to me... "It is time we get used to each other if we are going to be married." "Dad said it would not be a real marriage." "Then, I am afraid that you have been misinformed." ...Asshole... Then I make the big mistake of going for my phone. He yanks it faster away than what I can wink.