Oops I Accidentally Married My Ex-fiance's Father

Aria's POV

“What is this?” I asked, slowly lifting my gaze to him as I held the certificate tightly in my trembling hands. My eyes never left his face.

“A marriage certificate,” he replied calmly, slipping one hand into his pocket. The silver ring on his left ring finger caught my attention, making my heart skip a beat.

I frowned and looked back at the document. My eyes scanned every line until they landed on my name, printed boldly beside his. My breath hitched, This couldn't be real.

It had to be fake. A second later, laughter escaped my lips. The sound echoed through the room as I waved the certificate in front of him.

“If this is some kind of joke, I'm not interested. My life is already falling apart, and I don't need another problem added to the list.” I tossed the paper onto the bed and turned to leave.

“Aria.”His deep voice stopped me in my tracks.

“It seems you've forgotten everything that happened last night.” His tone remained calm, and emotionless. “And one more thing, Forging a marriage certificate isn't my style. I don't have time for childish games.”

I slowly turned around, whatever little patience I had left slipping away.

I wanted nothing more than to leave this place.

It was already bad enough that I had slept with a stranger. I couldn't undo what had happened, but the audacity of this man to keep insisting this marriage was real made my blood boil.

“Are you seriously trying to justify sleeping with me while I was drunk?” I shouted, glaring at him. For the first time, his expression hardened. His jaw tightened as he took a slow step toward me.

“Watch your words, Mrs. Blackwood.”

His voice remained low, but there was steel beneath it.

“I never forced you.”I froze.

“You were the one who proposed to me,” he continued, holding my gaze without blinking. “You asked me to marry you. You offered yourself to me.” My heart pounded violently against my chest. “And before anything happened.” he added, “I asked you more than once if you were sure.” He paused.“You said yes.”

My mouth fell open, but no words came out. “That… that's impossible.”His expression didn't change.

“You don't have to believe me.” He bent down, picked up the marriage certificate from the floor, and handed it back to me.“But it doesn't change the fact that, as of last night, you're legally my wife.”

“No!” I snapped. “I want a divorce. I want to pretend this never happened. I'm leaving right now to end this marriage!”

I paced back and forth across the room, my heart racing as I tried to make sense of everything. How had I been foolish enough to fall into this trap?

Then, like pieces of a broken puzzle finally fitting together, flashes from the previous night flooded my mind.

Damien and Eva’s betrayal, the endless drinks, the handsome stranger, My eyes slowly lifted to the man standing in front of me, It was him.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, as though he had been waiting for me to remember.

“Seems you've remembered,” he said calmly. “Unfortunately for you... we're married now.” My breath caught.“And there is no divorce.”His dark eyes locked onto mine.“Only death can separate us.”

I staggered backward, nearly collapsing as my legs suddenly lost their strength. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, each beat louder than the last. My trembling fingers covered my mouth.

“What...”My voice cracked.“What have I done?”I whispered, the weight of my mistake crashing down on me.

“Mr. Vincent, I understand that we're married, but... this isn't right.” My voice trembled. “Just look at us. You're almost twice my age, and I'm just a young woman whose life happened to fall apart overnight.”

I took a cautious step toward him, clasping my hands together as though pleading would somehow soften his heart.

“Please... we can dissolve this marriage, and everything can go back to normal. I can only blame what happened on the alcohol I drank last night. Please... reconsider.” I forced myself to cry, hoping the tears would come, nothing came, not a single tear fell.

Vincent's dark eyes remained fixed on me, his expression unreadable. For a brief moment, it looked as though he was about to say something.

A sharp knock echoed through the room.

Knock! Knock!

His gaze shifted toward the door.

Without thinking, I snatched the marriage certificate from the bed and hurried into the bathroom, shutting the door as quietly as I could.

It was already bad enough that I had accidentally married a man I barely knew.

The last thing I wanted was for someone else to find out.

If Vincent eventually agreed to the divorce, it would be much easier if no one knew this marriage had ever happened.

Holding my breath, I pressed my ear against the bathroom door, praying whoever was outside would leave before my life became even more complicated.

Inside the bathroom, I desperately searched for a way to convince Vincent to dissolve this ridiculous marriage. There had to be something I could say to make him change his mind.

I had already been through enough.

I couldn't handle another disaster.

Silently, I prayed he would agree.

Just then, a familiar voice drifted into the room, I froze. That voice, It sounded so much like Damien's.

Curiosity got the better of me. Slowly, I crept toward the bathroom door and pulled it open just enough to peek outside.

The moment my eyes landed on the man standing in the room, my heart nearly stopped.

Damien.

What the hell was he doing here?

More importantly, How did he know Vincent?

Questions flooded my mind, but the last thing I wanted was for him to see me hiding inside the bathroom. I remained perfectly still, barely daring to breathe.

Then Damien spoke.

“Dad.” My legs almost gave out beneath me.

I clamped a trembling hand over my mouth to stop myself from gasping, no that couldn't be right.

My eyes darted from Damien to Vincent and back again, desperately hoping I had heard wrong. Mr. Vincent was Damien's father? My mind went completely blank.

Only one terrifying thought echoed through my head. Did I accidentally marry my ex-fiancé's father?

It felt as though fate was playing a cruel joke on me. How had I gone from being cheated on to accidentally marrying my ex-fiancé's father? My chest tightened until it hurt, making it difficult to breathe.

I leaned against the bathroom wall, trying to steady myself.Perhaps, This was fate giving me the perfect opportunity to make Damien pay for everything he had done to me.

The voices outside gradually faded, followed by the sound of the door closing.

After waiting a few more seconds, I slowly stepped out of the bathroom. Vincent turned his gaze toward me, his expression as unreadable as ever.

“So,” he said calmly, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “You were saying you wanted a divorce?”

He reached for his phone again, but before he could unlock it, I rushed over and grabbed his wrist, stopping him. His brows knitted together as he looked down at my hand wrapped around his wrist before meeting my eyes.I took a deep breath.

“I don't want a divorce anymore.” For the first time,The unreadable Vincent Blackwood looked genuinely surprised.