Married by Mistake: His Wrong Wife

It was a perfect day. The clear, blue sky was doming the earth like a mighty warrior. The birds are chirping happily as they enjoyed the perfect sun. The refreshing breeze was circling the surroundings, making everyone enjoy the warmth of summer. Indeed, what a great day for a wedding to commence!

Meanwhile, Sapphire 'Sara' Harris, the bride was waiting inside the bridal car. She leaned outside the car window, with her heart throbbing inside her chest like crazy. On the other side of the tinted glass, she witnessed how the wedding coordinator was helping her wedding entourage line up for the procession. Some visitors were holding their phones and taking pictures while others were looking in her direction and excitedly waiting for her to step down from the vehicle. Everyone was looking forward to seeing her in her white wedding dress.

Seeing all these, Sara heaved a sigh. She took out her phone from her purse and dialed a familiar number. After three buzzes, the call was finally answered.

“Hello, sister?”

“Violet! Where are you? I have been waiting for you since yesterday!” Sara exclaimed with a hint of irritation as the bridal car driver peaked through the rearview mirror. Sara plastered a faint smile assuring him that everything was fine.

Violet heaved a sigh on the other line, making Sarah arch a brow.

[I am sorry, my dear twin… Dad asked me to take care of some business deals here in Barcelona, a thing that proved to be a bit difficult to accomplish. However, I was able to close the deals but unfortunately, the unexpected delays made me miss your wed—”

“What??! You are not coming?” Sara asked in disbelief. Her voice held a tremor.

[I am really sorry, Sara. I tried my best to finish everything in time for your wedding but I failed. Here’s the thing, I’ll make it up to you once I get home, alright?”] Violet apologized.

Sarah crept a thin smile on her lips as she examined her nails and responded, “You don’t need to apologize, Violet. I should be the one who should ask for your forgiveness...” Sarah muttered in a low tone that she knew Violet could miss.

[What is it again, sis? I’m sorry, but I missed the last thing you said. I think my connection wasn’t stable right now. Can you repeat it?] But before she could say anything, the wedding coordinator tapped on the tinted window advising her that everything was set.

Sara cleared her throat, “Violet, I have to go. The wedding is about to start. See you when I see you.”

Sara immediately ended the call not bothering to wait for her twin sister’s last words. She opened the car door, wearing a warm facial expression as if she was thrilled with the idea of being wedded to Tyler Kurtzman. But behind that fake smile was the truth that she didn’t want any of this.

Who would desire a marriage based solely on a business merger? No one! Sara preferred the freedom of her being single. She did not want this marriage, as it would confine her inside the four corners of the house and would live as a homemaker. For Sara, thinking about it made her sick to her stomach. She was like a bird who was destined to explore the earth, not being jailed to a cage she called “marriage”.

The worst part is, that she would be tied to a man she didn’t even love. How cruel!

But in the end, she swallowed all these thoughts to herself and continued with her pretensions.

Sara had entered the church wearing a simple, overflowing gown. Everyone gasped when they saw how beautiful she was. His groom, Tyler, was over the moon.

While walking down the aisle, Sara could perceive how delighted the crowd inside the church was. They clapped their hands, and even the bride and groom's parents shed a tear, except for her.

Tyler Kurtzman took the handkerchief out of his pocket. His tears fell while watching his girl walk down the aisle. He had always loved Sara Harris. She was the woman he wanted to be with forever. Though their marriage had some business touches to it, his love for Sara was genuine from the start. The advantages of the business collaboration that were tied to this marriage were just an added bonus. Above anything else, he wanted Sara to be his wife and finally, it happened.

"Do you, Tyler Kurtzman, take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" the Priest asked. Tyler could feel his hand sweating in bullets and how his hands were shaking.

"I do," Tyler responded. There was a firmness in his voice on how certain he was to marry the woman in front of him, making Sara, on the other hand, click her tongue secretly.

As Tyler gazed down at Sara. Sara just gave him a warm smile.

The Priest shifted his eyes to Sarah. "Do you, Sara Harris, take this man to be your wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" Tyler couldn't prevent himself from smiling as he heard Sara's answer.

"I-I do…" Sara's voice was quite tense. However, Tyler believes that his bride is nervous. The crowd even misinterpreted Sara's behavior, considering that the bride was quite uneasy, causing her to become anxious. Following the ceremony, the two exchanged rings. Tyler's hand trembled as he placed the ring on Sara's finger and kissed it.

After the Priest announced that Tyler could finally kiss his bride, he removed Sara's veil and pulled her out for a kiss, but instead of feeling the warmth, Sara pulled away immediately after their lips touched.

"I-I'm Shy…sorry," Sara whispered while palming her mouth. Tyler nodded as he jerked a grin because he found his wife adorable. Well, he couldn’t blame her. They have been dating for three years already but never really make out. After all, it was their first kiss.

The wedding ceremony was over. Sara and Tyler were officially married.

The night came and it was time for them to consummate their marriage. Tyler had been looking forward to this day, as he vowed to not touch Sara until their wedding night. But instead of spending a passionate first night with his wife, he was left with an already sleeping Sara. Tyler scratched his head, thinking to himself that his wife must have been too tired to have sex with him. “Sara must have stressed herself with the wedding preparations. The sleepless nights must have taken their toll,” he thought to himself.

And so, Tyler slept on the bed beside his already sleeping wife. But on the next day, he found himself alone. A note was sitting on the top of his bedside drawer. Beside it was a colored paper which he thought was their marriage contract.

Tyler’s heart was banging inside his ribcage. His hands were trembling as he slowly opened the letter.

“I’M SORRY, TYLER,” it said.

The man was confused. He did not know what that note was for and why his wife was not there beside him. Curiosity knocked at his doorstep as his eyes fixed on the marriage contract beside the mysterious letter. Without thinking twice, he took it and read what it said. All the colors on his face were immediately gone the moment he realized what it said.

Tyler wasted no time and quickly dressed up. He took his car keys and drove straight to the Harris’ Residence, arriving there at no time. Mr. Harris welcomed his son-in-law with so much enthusiasm.

“Tyler! It was quite a surprise. I thought you were on your way to Hawaii for your honeymoon?”

But instead of answering the old man, he asked him a different question instead, “Where is Sara?”

Mr. Harris creased his eyebrows. “Why are you looking for your wife here? She should have been on your bed. You just had your wedding yesterday, remember?”

Just in time, a familiar woman entered the house. It was Violet, Sara’s twin sister, who had just come back from her trip to Barcelona. Before she would have greeted his dad and brother-in-law, Tyler marched toward her direction and gave her a slap on the face.

“You slut! How could you do this to me and Sara?!”

Holding her throbbing cheeks, Violet turned to Tyler. “What the hell did you do that for? What did I do this time?”

Mr. Harris was equally surprised. “Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here?”

Tyler was flushing red with too much anger. “This daughter of yours deceived us! Her name was stamped on our marriage certificate instead of her twin sister's name! So technically, I was married to her and not to Sara!”

Violet’s world turned upside down. She didn’t comprehend what she just heard.

“What did you just say?” she asked as she was looking at Tyler’s furious eyes.

“Don’t play dumb, bitch! I know it is you who planned to be my substitute wife.”