I didn't know why I was nervous before we got married. It wasn't that I had doubts or I was reluctant to make such a huge commitment. It was more of that fact I didn't have any doubts at all. I suppose women's intuition was to blame for it all. I didn't really believe in all of that to begin with. But when I walked down the small corridor to the room where the judge, my soon to be husband and our friends waited, my legs seemed to swiftly move along the wooden floor in a breeze.

Being engaged to him for a year wasn't always easy. When he smiled at me as I reached for his hand I knew all the wait was worth it. Our bodies moving closer as the judge began his words.

John wasn't such a fan of long ceremonies and from what I remember, he didn't even have one in his first marriage. Being an American girl it was completely new to me to not have a ceremony on a wedding day. So John being the wonderful man he is, insisted on the judge carrying on with his words. My hands were sweaty as John put the ring on my finger. It had to be the second most romantic moment of my life. The first? Our engagement.

I knew John was serious about this. We always had a lot to quarrel about when it came to him and his band. Despite his crazy anger and wandering mind, I knew I was the only woman he could rely on at the end of the day. We both benefited from one another in more ways than one.

Our party was held in John's home in London. We didn't even live together yet since I was still residing in America for the time being. But my heart was set on John and we always found a way to be with one another despite everyone's worry and reluctance at our relationship. I knew We'd make it.

Nine-thirty into the party and John was already getting a little tipsy as was I.
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"You know I hate to say I told you so but, I told you so!" I teased as George sipped from his glass.

"Alright well you were right this time. I call a month before you're wonderin how much longer you 'ave to deal with John's antics."

"I already do so jokes on you." I stuck my tongue out at him. He just smirked and watched me finish my wine.

"Ye know um, about before..." He went on.

"George not now." I rested my hand on his. "Don't make this night about that."

"I can't just let it go Sharon. It went on for..."

"A few months George. Two at the most."

"Does he know?"

I looked down at my empty glass and shook my head.

"I guess it's best he doesn't. A bit late now innit?"

"George."

"What?"

"Don't start. He was seeing someone else so it's not like what I did was wrong either. You were just so kind to me when he was at his worst. You remember what he was like don't you?" I fiddled with my bracelet.

"I do. I remember when he hit you."

"That was one time when he was drunk. He's a good man and I know things always seemed rocky but it's more than that."

"D'you ever miss our nights together?" He asked.

"Often. And I shouldn't George." I looked up at him. "I don't regret it though. You helped me through a lot and made me a better person. I love you."

He smiled and kissed the top of my head. "And I love you."

I squeeked when John pulled me by the hand, wrapping his arms around my waist. Lips all over my neck as I giggled.

"John easy now."

"I'm just marking what's mine." He mumbled.

George gulped the last of his champagne. "I think I'm headin off. We got some work to do in the studio tomorrow John."

John let go of me. "Alright mate. Look em, I want to 'ave a word with ye for a minute."

George and I just glanced at one another until John led him out of the room. I stood alone and decided to let everyone else know the party was over. Getting kisses and hugs and congrats from everyone as the room became empty over time. My smile never left my face as I looked at the ring on my finger. The front door opened then shut, his whistling made me giggle.

"That was a bloody riot. Look at you." John walked over, loosening his tie. "You're so beautiful."

I blushed and walked over to him, reaching for his hand. Our fingers intertwining. "Are you happy you married me?"

"Very very pleased." He mumbled as he kissed me.

"Mmmm." I smiled and pulled back. "You've made me such a happy girl Lennon."

"And you've made me a happy bloke missus Lennon. C'mon. Let's take a bath and consummate our commitment."

I giggled and pecked his lips. "Sounds like a plan."
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I think it's time we start making some introductions. My name is Sharon Duvell. Well now Sharon Duvell-Lennon. My husband is John Lennon. And how exactly does one marry John Lennon or even comes close to that sort of relationship with a man at this height of fame?

You're a blonde actress with a love for surrealism. It wasn't even my physical nature that drove John wild. It was what I had to say. And I had to admit being a girl, men often found themselves stumbling over their words just to engage in a conversation with me, John's real interest in my mind and my thoughts was refreshing. I could still remember the first day we met. It was at a premier for a film at the scene. Not even mine or his. I was invited by a director friend while John was invited by one of the actors.

The cameras flashed and I had enough of the light and questions about the rumours of my next picture and my latest love interest.

My body slammed into his as I tried to maneuver inside the theatre and I must have apologized immensely, making him laugh. We chatted for a bit until we found our seats and ended up talking most of the picture. I found myself giggling at his funny quirkiness as he spoke of his band and family life. My fascination with his commitment and his love for the people around him made me want to know more and more. After the film ended, I invited him to a party my friend was holding at his fancy mansion in California.

Cameras flashed in our faces and people asked questions for their gossip magazines as John and I shared a vehicle. I couldn't believe how smooth he was with the chaos around him. I asked him how could he deal with it all and he just shrugged and said,

"When you get to be as famous as me love, you don't see the flashes."

When we got to the party we stayed side by side, finding a spot on the sofa and chatting away about film, music, our mutual love for Bob Dylan and my acting career. I had just begun and he was already applauding my achievements. My giggling must have made other suspicious at our new friendship. His hand often resting on my leg as I batted my eyelashes as him. As the night grew on, he leaned in closer so I could hear him over all the talking and music blaring. My body enjoyed his warm breath in my ear. His naughty glances and his toying flirtation. I honestly didn't even realize how wrong it was to be flirting back but his handsome looks, his knowledge of culture and our hours of talking really showed me he had much more respect for me as a person rather than some bimbo.

When we said goodbye I was sad to see him go. Our hands letting go as he was led off back to his hotel.

I had a photo shoot the next day for a magazine of new leading women. I wore a beautiful dress and then was asked to wear a bikini the next. It was in the middle of my shoot I saw John. The girls went crazy and I was excited when he asked me if I wanted to go out for lunch. I accepted as any girl would and was again thrust into many conversations with the Beatle.

After a few hours, he led me back to his hotel room to get away from media. We were aware of the setting but avoided the ideas. I was seeing a man at the time and I was very aware of his marriage. I was barely making it out in the entertainment buisness and I couldn't trash my image with hookups. So we decided to talk some more. It was during this he made advances towards me and I shyly declined. My happiness was harmed when he got angry and asked me to leave. I was very annoyed and left with no intentions of returning.

Making love after that seemed odd. I was seeing a producer at the time and when we were in bed, I didn't feel the excitement I used to. Bothered with the fact John changed things from then on, I got a hold of John's secretary weeks later in London and was told he was off on holiday with his family. Then that was it. I left it alone. I moved on with life for months. Did some modeling, premiers, got another part in a small film. Filled my time with interviews and vacationing on the beach where I was plastered on the front cover of magazines. I was exhausted with it all. People only seemed to want to know me for my body or my fame. I hated it and after a night of heavy drinking and sleeping with a musician, my image went completely haywire. Upset with this my husband left me and my career was put on hold.

It was mid 1967 when he appeared into my life again. I was flown off to New York for a fashion show I decided to work on with a friend when he got in contact. Asking to see me, I went to his hotel and he told me his band was on break for new ideas for another album. I was in need of some companionship and he was willing to give. So we went to a club, had some dances and spent the night together. I remember the satisfaction I had after our love making. It was one of the few times he was gentle and slow. We laid in bed afterwards just talking and ignoring the time of day.

"John?"

Hmm?"

"What happens from here? I mean you've been so wonderful to me and I'm grateful for your love. I don't want this so end."

"It doesn't have to."

"You're married. You have a child John."

"Shhhh. Just enjoy what life has to give. Let me make you feel better."

I remember those two days we just made love and enjoyed each other's company. With some words exchanged, I was invited back to London with him. My agent at the time wasn't very happy with me but I realized I was head over heels for Lennon. He was so kind and he wanted me to be with him.

And it wasn't a chance I was going to pass up. I was ready for the consequences.
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