Who The Bleep Did I Marry Episodes Novels & Stories

MIRABEL “What?” My mother voiced out in shock when I finally revealed to her that I was married. “You are joking, right? You can’t be married.” She tittered. “It’s as you’ve heard.” It was my grandfather that spoke. “What do you mean she’s married?” She asked my grandpa. “ Who are you married to? Where is he from? What does he look like? When did you get married? Why did you get married? Last I checked you were fine and good so what happened?” She asked, her eyes on me as she waited for answers.

“I always thought my first trending post would be about my art, but then, it's my marriage. Not that I am complaining because I married the best guy ever, but still. I know if I peruse through this trend, I'll probably see a couple of golddigger comments.” “Well, not as much as you think. Anyway, while I was here dealing with a bridezilla, you were there saying ‘I do’ to your boss and lover. Girl, if I wasn't so happy for you that you got hitched, I would smack you in the head for letting me miss one of your important days. I know you always said that if you ever got married, it would be something without so much fuss, but still, I wanted to be there.” Rainie whined over the call making me f

He was perfectly calm, magazine in hand, legs crossed, as if this wasn't the kind of thing that could break me. I hurled the paper back at him. “This is shit, right?” “Does it look like it?” he asked, finally speaking. Of course, now he can talk. What a dick. “I am not getting married to someone I’ve never even met,” I said, making Kim jump out of her seat. “Wait…who’s getting married?” she asked. “Daddy dearest wants me to marry some random girl,” I spat, sarcasm sharp enough to sting. Mom straightened, eyes flicking from me to her husband, a silent plea there I hadn't expected.

she annoyingly shrieked. "Come on, Hailey, my daughter, stop fantasizing about him. He's married now, okay? Just accept it," a big white man said with tobacco in his mouth, and he coolly sat down closer to his daughter. "I know something is off, Dad. I'm telling you. I never saw that woman with him for so many years I followed him so, how could he marry her? I can smell something fishy is going on," she mentioned with her intuition about the girl that Grey married.

How could he possibly marry Beverly without knowing for sure? The answer to both questions was that Lucas could not ignore the situation, being all too well aware of the likely repercussions should Layla prove to be pregnant. On a deeper level, however, Lucas could simply not believe that his legendary good fortune with women would crash and burn over something as basic as a sperm and an egg meeting in the wrong womb.

With a smile, I completed my sentence. “Just ask yourself Mayra exactly how many times you’ve cried after our marriage.” For few seconds his words started sounding cruel and true but the very next moment when he smirked after looking at my uneasiness, I felt a smile when I remembered the reason of marrying him. A doctor would never be able to hate his patient and here that doctor is wife too. “I better count that exactly how many times you have smiled after our marriage.” I said. His smirk instantly dropped down but instead a small smile curled up on the corner of his lips. His eyes lightens up and without saying anything, he walked out of the room.

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?" Lydia's face went stiff. She lowered her eyes and avoided my gaze. The guilt on her face was obvious. "What are you talking about?" she snapped, but her voice no longer sounded as imperious as before. "You were there with me that day. Don't you know whose name was on it?" How shameless could one person be? I took out my phone and showed her the disgusting messages Trevor had sent me. "You can read it for yourself. Am I making this up, or is your real husband the one running his mouth?"

What a cursed romance. I got married to Regina a year later. The night before our wedding, Kayla showed up downstairs out of the blue. She looked so frail, I almost did not recognize her. She seemed like a mere shadow of herself, as if a strong breeze could whisk her away. She had lost the charm and beauty she once possessed. I stared at her for a long time before recognizing her. She saw me and touched her face. "Do you not recognize me anymore?" I shook my head. "No."

he said again in Grace's ear, and again took the time to kiss her on the forehead. "Mr. and Mrs. Blair, the marriage certificate is complete. You can come out to take your turn with the other couples, please." A middle-aged woman came up to Grace and Noah to hand over the marriage certificate and subtly told them to get out of there so that the other couples could go through the marriage process as well. Noah nodded and led Grace out of the room. He noticed that Grace was daydreaming as she stared at her green marriage certificate. "Why, darling? I'm sorry that this marriage is forced. We have to get married to

"Hey! You guys were right behind us!" John glanced over to see the two men who had 'married' one another before them in the queue. He nodded an affirmation as the men made waving motions at the shouting recordkeepers. Several flashes went off again as more pictures were taken. What kind of station was this 'marriage' they had chosen? Were they truly worthy of so much recording? "I'm Brian -with an 'i' not a 'y'- and this is my husband Ryan---" "With a 'y' not an 'i,' in my case," the other man chimed in.