Novel & Cerita Novel Marriage Mistake

He couldn't believe I went through so much torture in his short absence. Cassius was on the ground, staring at us in confusion. "D-Donald? I thought you were—" Donald looked at him with ice-cold fury. "A useless piece of shit that's only in a coma? Can't believe I'm standing up right now?" Cassius trembled, and his mother was grasped by fear. Donald handed me to the doctor and slowly closed in on them. "A snake and her equally venomous spawn. I knew it was a mistake letting you marry into the family."

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 was just a clerical error.”

she said, sliding the forms across the desk. They exchanged glances, and Emily's irritation was palpable. “Are you actually serious about this?” he whispered. “Serious as a heart attack,” she muttered back. “Just… play along.” Emily inhaled deeply before picking up a pen. Together, they began filling out the forms, their hands brushing against each other now and then. Once the paperwork was complete, the clerk motioned for them to stand before her. “Do you both wish to marry today?” “Yes,” they replied in unison, their voices echoing in the small room, a moment they would both remember for different reasons.

I touched up my lipstick — a muted rose, soft enough to seem kind, subtle enough to suggest I needed protecting. Six years ago, I’d been naïve. I thought patience would be rewarded. I thought waiting would make him choose me. That night, I got drunk on purpose. Wore my best dress. Sat in his favorite bar, convinced he’d show up. Convinced that whatever lived between us would finally cross the line. He didn’t come. Thomas did. David’s cousin. The man I never should have married. One mistake turned into a marriage I couldn’t escape. A life that felt like punishment disguised as responsibility.

He said, teasing gently. Her smile was small, replacing the tears around her eyes as they diminished. "I remember things differently, Den. I spent a lot of time going along with whatever wild plan you cooked up for us. True?" "Wild! When did I come up with a wild plan? That’s your department." "Oh, my goodness, Denver! That's how we got married for real, this was your suggestion!" "I seem to remember that idea for us getting married all started because someone wanted to shock their e,x. and I was kind enough to go along, and then you tempted me on a honeymoon.”

I had stopped breathing for the count of fourth grade. "Fourth. Your father knows about Pinnacle. He's known since 2021. Cosima knows. Margaret Tang knows. Your mother knows. Bea knows. Theron knows. Marisol doesn't know. You didn't know. That is my fault. I should have told you the night you signed. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would think I had married you to finish the dismantling. I hadn't. I'd been dismantling Carter for two years before there was any plan of marrying you. The wedding swap was a gift. The dismantling was already in motion."

Chapter 28: Handover 2 AURORA A finance genius whose light was dimmed because of the man she married , that was who I was. The mistake I made because I wanted to fill the void in my heart… because he appeared to be a good man… because my father said he was a perfect godson. But was he a perfect husband to me? The mistake I made was getting married to Bryan and staying even when he treated me like trash after my father died. I was paying for those mistakes, and he was somewhere , either dead or alive?

"Willow, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Out of nowhere, my nose started to sting and my eyes welled up with tears. I never imagined I would meet someone who looked at me like I was their whole world. And I certainly never thought that an arranged marriage would lead me to somewhere I felt safe and loved instead of completely miserable. When the officiant asked if I was willing to marry Nathan, I didn't hesitate. I nodded and said yes. The officiant joked, "The groom may be a powerhouse in the business world, but today he's a total softie!"

If they really cared, it wouldn’t have been that hard. The more she thought about it, the funnier it seemed. Two people with zero emotional foundation, suddenly falling in love in a matter of weeks? Maybe that worked for other people, but she knew her nephew. One’s all about keeping a low profile, and the other? She lives for the spotlight. Oil and water. Total mismatch. Give it six months—they’ll be heading for divorce. And when that day comes, Sarah will regret everything. She’ll regret not listening to her and choosing someone kinder, more sensible, to marry into the family.

“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?