The Day I Married Novels & Stories

Today is the day people, today is the day that I get married to Jason. I have to say that I am as nervous as hell, I really don't know if I'm cut out for this but well.... it's too late to turn back or say no or leave my fiance on the altar.

“Are you excited for tomorrow? I know I am. Very much so even.” Tomorrow was D-day, that is, our wedding day. “I am,” I replied, my stomach fluttering with various emotions, from elation to trepidation then extreme nervousness. The fact that Eduardo and I would be joined together as husband and wife after all the trials and tribulations we had faced, simply felt unreal to me. I couldn't help but worry about something bad happening tomorrow, and taking us back to square one. “You are panicking,” He whispered, caressing my knuckles. “You know I am and will always be right by your side, don't you?”

He was very good at asking questions and overanalyzing everything. While that made him an excellent accountant, it also made him an exhausting person to talk with. Kate wondered how his wife coped with him. “Why aren’t you answering my questions, Kate? What’s going on over there?” Chris demanded. “Listen, the wedding is this Thursday and I called to check if you’d be available to attend,” Kate said wearily. Chris paused and then asked, “This Thursday? As in the next three days?” “Yes, Chris. I’m getting married in three days,” Kate confirmed.

I massaged my head and let out a deep sigh. This is really the biggest problem of the luxurious like me, easily fooled! I groaned frustratedly. "I left and moved away because I ran away from my marriage. Then, what? Suddenly, I'm married?!"

I said simply. He rolled his eyes and looked disgusted before pointing to today's date itself. I'm right, huh? "You dumb! You're really numb! It's July 14th and you got married on April 14th!" she almost rolled her eyes at me. "It means you've been married for 3 months now!" I just frowned and looked at her in wonder. "Oh, yeah...it's been three months," It feels like it’s just yesterday when I found out that mommy was going to marry me to some stranger. I don't expect us to last like this. Well, our married life will really work because I and Callum don't interfere in each other's business.

Alicia nodded once, as if confirming something to herself. “Then let’s get it done.” … “This is my card, wife. Call me if you ever need anything.” “I should be the one saying that, husband.” An hour later, Alicia stood outside the marriage registry office again. Only this time, she was exchanging contacts with her husband. The flashed each other a grateful smile and went their separate ways. As Alicia walked off to flag down a taxi, an elderly man with sprouting white beards rushed toward the man she had just married.

My skin burned, but the woman in front of me had hurt me far worse. I wondered, 'Why would she lie to me if she no longer loves me? Did she think I deserved this treatment just because I was a complete doormat in the past? Or is she just worried she's going to lose her free maid and a useful tool to make herself look good in front of her friends?' I looked at her and let out an icy laugh. Then, I asked her, deliberately enunciating each word slowly and clearly, "Did we really get married? Am I really listed as your spouse on your wedding certificate?"

I didn't listen to anything he said after that. I returned to the small room I had lived in for three years—worse than what even the servants were given. I took the only thing I owned, a simple cloth-wrapped bundle. When my father fell, I had married Yuvan with nothing to my name. After the divorce, I was now leaving with nothing again. There were no ties between us anymore. As I walked out of Blackwood Estate with my small bundle, I knew Yuvan was still behind me. He wasn't too close or too far. He was simply there, watching me.

"This is the divorce agreement Nicholas asked me to prepare. Sign it." The next second, the usually composed Quinn snatched the papers and tore them into pieces without the slightest hesitation. Finally, she turned to Arnold with red eyes and said in a warning tone, "We're not getting divorced! Since you're so free, why don't you—" "Quinn, he's my friend!" I finally cut in, irritated. Meeting my cold gaze, she murmured in disbelief, "Honey, you're actually yelling at me because of an outsider?" For a brief moment, I was stunned. The funny thing was, in our seven years of marriage, this was the first time Quinn had ever called me "honey". And it only happened after I had stopped loving her.

On the day of the wedding, I turned on my phone and pinned a camera to my collar. The title of the live stream was, "My Fiance of Seven Years Is Getting Married Today, but the Bride Isn't Me."