Wake Up Married Novels & Stories

But the truth was, I loved Leander more than anything. I loved him enough to have his son, Ryan Beaumont, before we married. I loved him enough to endure 60 nights of him sneaking into Dinah Fowler's bed, all to secure his place as the Beaumonts' next don. It wasn't until I heard about Leander and Dinah's wedding that I realized he hadn't even bothered to hide it from me. After putting Ryan to bed, I stepped out onto the balcony and pulled out my phone to book an international flight. I stared at the flight details on my screen, my mind blank.

His tall frame cast a long shadow over me. "I, Chris Anderson, am stepping up to the plate. I'll take Owen's spot and marry you." I stared up at him. After a long beat, all I could manage was a single word. "Sure." And so, under the stunned and confused stares of the crowd, I married Chris. The second the marriage certificate landed in my hands, it hit me that my ten years with Owen had been nothing but a joke. I had poured every last drop of love I had into him, only to be abandoned time and time again whenever Monica called.

He slowly dropped his hand and rested it on his lap. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. After what felt like a long silence, he finally spoke up. “We are married.” I shook my head. There was no way I would be married and wouldn’t remember that. “You are lying,” I replied. “There is no way I’m married.” The man exhaled deeply and picked up my hand resting on the bed. He nodded, looking sad. “It is okay. I understand that you are confused. You just woke up not quite long after a fatal accident, it is okay if things get wired up.”

I hope this won't continue in the relationship. I slept off. "Wake up" someone woke me up. This is not my mom's voice nor is it Ruslan voice. So who the fuck is disturbing my beautiful sleep? I opened my eyes to see an unknown man. I almost screamed feeling scared then the memories rushed back to me. I am married now. And I am not at my parent's house. The man waking up is my husband. "Follow me" he said as he placed a box on the table. I stood up and followed him. I didn't stretch so he won't have a wrong impression about me on the first day we are meeting.

Trent The very second I drifted into consciousness from the deep sleep I had been in, I remembered I was a married man. A smile spread over my face before I even opened my eyes. I was married. Well, I wasn’t just married. I was married to the best woman in the whole wide world. She was mine. All mine.

I was closing my eyes tightly until I dozed off to sleep, unknowingly comfortable with Callum’s hug. The next morning I woke up to my alarm on the bedside table. I quickly took it and killed it. I blinked enumerable as I examined the whole place I'm in. I was almost hysterical when I saw the unfamiliar room. Fortunately, everything sank in and I calmed down. I forgot, I am married already. I am now married to Callum. A most sought after bachelor in town. One of those successful businessmen all over the world. How could I forget about it? I just shook my head and was about to stand up from lying down when I felt an arm wrap around my waist.

Meadow woke up late the following day. She got off the bed and realised Ethan was not lying in his bed. She looked at the clock, and it was eight in the morning. How could she have overslept on her first day? It was a weird thought being she just got married, but realising it was a job took away the joy. What made her sad wasn't the fact that her parents had deceived her, that her husband was a cripple or that he was mean. She would have made it work nonetheless.

In any case, that was all history now. I wonder how he would react if I gave him the same kind of wake up this morning. It was still dark out being that it was early morning and fall. Fuck it Kat you are married to this man; you do love him. Take off your damn clothes and go wake up your husband.

I wonder why this woman is waking me right now, can't she see I don't want to wake up. I grab the blanket and cover my face. I heard a hiss. I pout my lips and when the sleep was about to take over, she pulled the covers off. I whine. "Get your ass up, you're getting married" it's like my body reacted to her words so quick that I sat up immediately and look around me. I looked at the time, it was five minutes to eight. What the fuck am I still doing on this fucking bed. A maid rushed in with a plate of pancakes and orange juice. I quickly started eating.

MIRANDA Waking up without having my man by my side was becoming a habit I would have to nip in the bud. We were married, and the right thing to be the first sight I had to brighten my day was to see him in that bed next to me. I sat up before stretching like a cat that just woke up from a nap. The slight muscle aches that said "Hi" to me reminded me why I passed out from exhaustion. I saw on the digital clock that it was still Sunday, six o'clock in the evening.