Novel Married By Mistake นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Yes, that’s him. He found you and wanted to bring you home. But now, he’s gone.” The reality of David’s death struck Divine with a devastating force. Tears streamed down her face as memories of their brief yet meaningful connection surfaced. She remembered his kindness, his promises, and the hope he had given her. In that moment of overwhelming sorrow, Divine realized they had mistaken her for Sarah, David’s wife. Her eyes widened in shock as she understood the confusion. She glanced down and saw the wedding ring Sarah had given her to try on before the train collision. This ring must be the cause of their mistake. She tried to speak up and clarify the misunderstanding. “But, but wait, I am

For the first time, the reality of her situation truly settled in. This wasn't temporary. This wasn't a misunderstanding that would disappear tomorrow. This was her life now. As she stared at the massive Lewis mansion, one question echoed through her mind. If Adrian ever discovered she truly wasn't Maria... Would he let her leave? Or would marrying the wrong woman become the biggest mistake either of them had ever made? C

He completely lost his mind after that. In a frenzy, he drove his car straight into Eunice's, sending it flying off a bridge. Neither of them survived. They were married in life, and now they would rest together in death. As for me, it was time to embrace the happiness that had always been meant for me.

She murmured to herself, over and over. “It is my fault. It is all my fault. If I had not taken the wrong room card, this would never have happened.” “Nola, what did you say? What wrong room card?” Octavia could not hear clearly. Nola struck the back of her head against the wall. The guilt in her heart grew heavier, and her tears fell even harder. If she had not taken the wrong room card on the wedding night and given it to Meryl, Meryl would never have gone into the wrong wedding room. Then the bride swap would never have happened.

She twirled round in front of the mirror with a wide smile, “How do I look?” “You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen.” Her mother’s eyes shone from unshed tears. She hadn’t expected her only daughter to get married at the young age of twenty-one, but she was the only one that could save their company. And getting married to Ken Hart was their only solution. “You look the happiest today.” Katherine nodded in excitement, “I am happy, mum. I am getting married to Ken. I feel like I have achieved everything I wanted in this life.”

The same expression he'd worn at twelve when he'd crashed Dad's car. "Derek, what did you do?" "I got married," he said quietly. The words didn't make sense at first. "You what?" "Six months ago. In secret." He gestured toward the crying woman. "This is Charlotte. My wife." I stared at him. At her. At the simple gold band on her finger that matched the one on his. "You're joking." "I wish he were," Dad said, his voice like ice. The pieces started clicking together. Derek was supposed to marry someone from the Marlowe family. It was arranged years ago, a business merger disguised as a match. The Marlowes had money and power. We had a name and a dying legacy. Together, we'd all survive.

"I'm too tired to tell you everything. But to make the story short, I gambled." "You gambled? With Terrence Gray?" "He was a collateral damage. I just mistakenly married him because of some stupid and complicated game of fate. He helped me get the company back and in exchange, I'll stay with him for a year." When I looked at Georgina again, her lips were parted. I groaned. "Come on, Georgiana…" "It doesn't make sense, Em. Why would you mistakenly marry him? I mean…he was at your wedding?" I chuckled after remembering the situation. "It was the other way around, Georgina. I was at his wedding."

My gaze flips to the names on the certificate, just as shock spreads over my skin at the realization. My jaws drop, and I shift my gaze to him. This is when I see the ring on his finger. Slowly, I drop my gaze to my own finger to see the same ring. This is what Ryan and I were supposed to exchange after our vows. After he broke up with me in my apartment in New York, he dropped the ring and the marriage license, which were empty. Guilt streams through my gut as I slump to the bed, my mouth agape. I got married? How?

There had been misunderstandings, fear, difficult choices, and moments when walking away had seemed easier than staying. But somehow, here we were. Married. Together. Still choosing each other. Then came the knocking. Three sharp knocks. We both froze. He sighed. “Omar.” “How do you know?” “Because nobody else knocks like they’re serving a court summons.” The door opened slightly. “Omar?” I called. “Breakfast,” came the familiar voice. My husband groaned and pulled the blanket over his face. “I knew marriage was a mistake.” I burst out laughing.

"This is a disaster. You don't understand. I am getting married in New York in two days! To a billionaire! My entire family is counting on it! I am going to file for an immediate annulment the second I get home. I will pay you. Whatever you want. Just sign the papers and make this go away." The smirk completely vanished from his face. His dark eyes went incredibly intense, flashing with something dangerous. He stepped closer, completely invading my space until I was forced to stop moving. "An annulment?" he asked, his voice dropped into a low, slow drawl. "Do you think you can just use me for a little Miami rebellion and then erase me when you go back to your perfect little life?" "Yes!" I s