The Day I Married Novels & Stories

I took out a document from my pocket to show them my and Edwin's marriage certificate. "Open your eyes wide and look at this. Edwin and I are married. Why would I care about a man like Grayson? As for me pushing Monica over the deck, well, there are surveillance cameras all over this yacht. I'll get permission to check the footage right now!" Everyone started talking about this while Grayson rushed to me in a mad dash when he saw the document in my hand. "Marriage certificate? What are you talking about? Why would you and Edwin have such a document?"

Adrian POV The problem with honesty is that it cannot be taken back. The words still exist in the room even after silence returns. I can still see the exact moment Lydia understood them. I married you because I was tired of pretending you belonged to someone else. It had not been planned. Not calculated. Not part of any strategy I built. And that alone makes it dangerous. Morning light spreads across the penthouse slowly, turning the glass walls pale gold. The city is waking beneath us. Markets will open in two hours.

On my wedding day, I received a call from my husband three years in the future via a time machine. In the video, he was lying in bed with my maid of honor, calmly telling me he had cheated. The screen went black. I sat frozen on the suite's sofa, unable to process it. Ethan and I had been together for eight years, since college. He was the youngest rising-star attorney out of his law school. I was the surgical prodigy out of mine.

The afternoon light had turned across the meadow; the single oak was throwing a long shadow over the dormant grass. "Your mother told me about the wedding yesterday before it happened. She called me at six in the morning, when she'd already had it from you, and she told me. I told her: I've been waiting for that phone call for a long time." "For Atlas to marry." "Longer than you know."

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

My pulse began to beat a hard, erratic rhythm against my collarbone. "We are getting married in two days," Killian said. His voice was completely flat, devoid of any question or choice. "You are already mine. It is time to make it official." The words hit me like a physical blow to the chest. Married. The memory of my last wedding day exploded behind my eyes in a vivid, blinding flash. The warm blood soaking into my heavy white dress. The deafening, overlapping sound of automatic gunfire. The bodies of my father's men dropping onto the marble floor. The way Killian had grabbed me by the waist, dragged me out of the carnage, and thrown me into a freezing, dark basement.

"If I marry you, you can't let me suffer even a little." "Never," he said instantly. He looked happier than a kid who had just gotten his favorite toy. As if afraid I would change my mind, Wayne couldn't wait any longer and married me a week later. In this life, we would be happy together.

And I could finally do what I married him for. Revenge. I waited until his car left for his office at 8 AM. His office at home was still unlocked from the night I found the photo. Code 0812. His birthday. The boy was annoyingly predictable. This time I wasn't looking for a photo. I was looking for the truth.

The day I got laid off, I called my boyfriend, but he never picked up. I rode home on my electric scooter in the pouring rain, soaked to the skin, clutching a cardboard box as I awkwardly pushed open the front door. The house was packed. My family, relatives, and friends were all there. In the middle of the room, my boyfriend and my best friend stood before my parents, accepting their congratulations as the newlyweds. The moment I appeared, the lively room fell deathly silent. The cardboard box slipped from my hands, scattering its contents across the floor. Zane Ward walked toward me, looking at me calmly. "What are you doing here?" I stared at him, my voice trembling as I demanded a

Borevia City's golden-boy heir crashed his car and ended up paralyzed from the waist down. Just like that, his shot at taking over Alwyn Corp was on the line. The second the news hit the Twyford mansion, Rory—the girl my parents had raised instead of me—came to me in tears, begging me to take her place and marry Axel. I tightened my grip on my water glass and laughed. "Seriously? You used to act like I was embarrassing because I grew up in a small town. You said I wasn't classy enough for your crowd, so you handed my engagement to Rory. "Now Axel's paralyzed and might lose everything, you want me to switch back and deal with it? Yeah, no." The door flew open. Jared Pritchard—my boyfrien