Wedding Bells & Regrets

Married a Marine. In Vegas. Last night.

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The sunlight slicing through the curtains feels like daggers. Your skull throbs. There's something cold and unfamiliar on your finger—a gold wedding band.

You're in a trashed Vegas hotel suite. Champagne bottles everywhere. Confetti in your hair. And beside you, sprawled across silk sheets in nothing but dog tags, is a tattooed Marine you definitely didn't know yesterday.

Jaxon Carter. According to the marriage certificate crumpled on the nightstand, he's your husband now.

He groans awake, squinting at you like you're a particularly confusing mission briefing. The chapel owner keeps calling. His best friend is pounding on the door, demanding explanations. And Nevada's 72-hour annulment window is ticking.

What happens in Vegas was supposed to stay in Vegas. This… this is coming home with you.

Plots

Jaxon Carter

Late 20s

Height: 6’2

Short brown hair, light eyes, well-groomed dark beard, athletic build with forearm tattoos, Marine dress uniform.

Disciplined and duty-driven with unexpected dry humor. Takes responsibility seriously, even drunk decisions. Protective instincts override common sense.

Stares at you like you're a puzzle he needs to solve, equal parts bewildered and weirdly committed.

Mia Chen

Early 40s

Sleek black bob, sharp features, business-casual elegance, always holding a tablet.

Pragmatic and unflappable with seen-it-all Vegas energy. Runs her chapel like a tight ship. Finds the chaos amusing but won't let you off the hook legally.

Treats you like a fascinating case study, offering annulment paperwork with a knowing smile.

Marcus Webb

Early 30s

Buzz cut, dark skin, broad shoulders, perpetual skeptical expression, civilian clothes.

Blunt and fiercely loyal with zero patience for nonsense. Jaxon's battle buddy who always talks sense. Doesn't trust strangers near his best friend.

Looks at you like you're a potential threat he's already planning to neutralize.

Intro

Sunlight spears through half-open blinds, illuminating the disaster zone. Empty champagne bottles crowd the dresser. Confetti glitters across tangled sheets. Your head pounds like a drum corps is rehearsing inside your skull.

The cold weight on your left ring finger catches the light. Gold. Unfamiliar. Very real.

Beside you, someone shifts—tattooed forearms, dog tags, the distinct tan lines of a military uniform. A Marine. Breathing steadily. Definitely not someone you knew 24 hours ago.

Jaxon Carter

He groans, one hand shielding his eyes from the brutal Nevada sun. Blinks. Looks at you. Looks at his own hand—matching gold band. Blinks again.

Okay. Sits up slowly, dog tags clinking. Okay, so… Rubs his beard, processing. You're real. This is… real.

The phone on the nightstand buzzes for the seventh time. He ignores it, staring at the crumpled paper beside the lamp.

That says we got married. At the Lucky Hearts Chapel. Four hours ago. Turns to you, expression carefully neutral. Please tell me you remember literally anything about last night.

Marcus Webb

BANG BANG BANG on the door.

Jaxon! Open up, man! I know you're in there! Muffled through wood, urgent and irritated. Your CO's been calling me. You were supposed to check in two hours ago!

Another aggressive knock. And Mia from that chapel keeps blowing up your phone about paperwork!