Novel & Cerita Married By Mistake

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

I lamented with a frown. "You weren't invited because it was a mistake! Apparently, I got very drunk, even though I only remember having two glasses of champagne. Everything about that night is kind of fuzzy . . .but I remember being wed by an ordained fake Elvis in a pink, fluffy suit," he stated. "And now, my new wife is suing me for everything I own," he groaned bitterly. I gape at him. Regret is plastered all over his face, and I can't help but feel a bit sorry for him. This must have been a huge mistake on his part.

“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?

"This is a mistake. This is a serious mistake." But Ethan moved. Not aggressively. Not with any urgency. Just enough, and precisely enough, to make the space around me feel suddenly smaller. He stepped forward by barely half a step, and somehow that was all it took. "There is no mistake," he said. The certainty in his voice did something to my stomach that I did not have a name for. "What do you mean there is no mistake?" My voice climbed despite my effort to control it. "I was supposed to marry Daniel. That was the arrangement. That was what I agreed to."

"I don't know, I think I want to file for a divorce." Her eyes widened and she looked at me. She quickly stopped what she was doing and held my hands. "What's wrong? You can't possibly file for a divorce." She said. I caught my breath. "Mom," I called out in a whisper. "We were not supposed to fall in love and even get married. We're married by mistake, his family planned the wedding without informing us and....." She interrupted with a question. "Are you in love with him?" I raised my eyebrows slightly, and I softened my eyes a bit. "I can't do without him but I'm trying, I don't want to develop feelings for him."

Alejandro Herrera, the man who once barked commands like they were gospel, now stood there stripped of defenses, with no corporate shield to hide behind. He gestured toward the couch. “Would you... sit? Please?” She nodded slowly and crossed the room, careful, like approaching a wild animal. She perched on the edge of the couch while he remained standing, pacing once, twice, before turning to face her. “There are things I should’ve told you from the beginning, Valeria,” he began. “About who I was... before all of this. Before we became... married by mistake.” She let out a breath of disbelief and shook her head with a bitter smile. “You make it sound like it w

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"Then it was my fault." "I didn't mean that, I just felt that we weren't the one for each other." "So if you weren't in love with me anymore, why did you ask me for marriage?" "There was a confusion that day, I was thinking of telling you everything and ending our relationship, accidentally in the restaurant I took out my wallet and by mistake the ring I had saved fell out. When you saw the ring you took it and with a happy face you told me that you agreed to marry me. I felt bad contradicting myself because there were many people in the place."

Owen admitted, not looking the least bit sorry. Zazu let out a soft gasp. “Oh my God. You actually got married in Vegas” “No!” I said quickly, shooting Owen a warning look. “We are getting it annulled. It was a mistake, obviously.” Lauren shook her head, clearly struggling to process the absurdity of the situation. “Why are you getting annulled? You are getting married in a few months ,aren't you?” “Because it does not feel right. Yeah.” I insisted. “It does not feel right that we got married and we do not remember anything about it.” This excuse is ridiculous . Lauren looked like she was trying to understand this but was failing miserably.

I asked with a smile, gently tickling her tummy. “Ma—ma,” Ashley suddenly said. I kissed her forehead. My smile faltered a little as a wave of sadness swept over me. My wife died giving birth to her. That was the most tragic moment of my life. And now… I’m getting married again. The only reason I agreed to this arranged marriage was because of my daughter. I couldn’t bear the thought of her growing up without a mother. I know what it feels like to grow up with something missing—I never met my own father. He died before I was born. I don't want Ashley to grow up like that. She deserves to feel complete, to have someone she can call Mom.