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You Were Never My Choice

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‎Ava did not sleep.

‎She lay awake the whole night, staring at the ceiling of the large guest room.

‎Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the contract.

‎One year.

‎No love.

‎No pregnancy.

‎Separate lives.

‎The words felt like chains.

‎When morning light slowly entered the room, she finally sat up.

‎Today was her first morning as Mrs. Cole.

‎She touched her wedding ring.

‎It felt heavy.

‎Beautiful.

‎Cold.

‎Downstairs, the mansion was already awake.

‎Maids moved quietly.

‎The smell of fresh coffee filled the air.

‎Ava walked carefully down the stairs.

‎She wore a simple white dress. She did not want to look too bright.

‎She did not want to draw attention.

‎But attention found her anyway.

‎At the end of the long dining table sat Adrian.

‎He was already dressed in a dark suit. His hair was neat. His face calm.

‎He looked like a king at the head of his palace.

‎He glanced at her once.

‎Then looked away.

‎“Good morning,” she said softly.

‎“Morning,” he replied without emotion.

‎She sat two chairs away from him.

‎The distance felt larger than the table.

‎A maid placed breakfast in front of her.

‎Ava tried to eat, but her stomach felt tight.

‎Just as silence began to settle, the front door opened.

‎A woman walked in confidently.

‎Tall.

‎Beautiful.

‎Elegant.

‎Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor.

‎She did not look like a guest.

‎She looked like someone who belonged.

‎Ava froze.

‎The woman’s eyes went straight to Adrian.

‎She smiled.

‎“Adrian.”

‎Her voice was smooth and familiar.

‎Adrian’s hand paused slightly over his coffee cup.

‎Then he stood up.

‎“Clara.”

‎The name felt like a blade in Ava’s chest.

‎Clara.

‎The woman stepped closer.

‎“You didn’t tell me you got married,” Clara said with a soft laugh.

‎“I found out from the news. Congratulations.”

‎Her eyes finally moved to Ava.

‎They scanned her slowly.

‎From head to toe.

‎Judging.

‎Measuring.

‎Then she smiled politely.

‎“You must be the bride.”

‎Ava forced herself to stand.

‎“Yes. I’m Ava.”

‎Clara extended her hand.

‎“I’m Clara Hayes. An old friend of Adrian.”

‎Old friend.

‎The words felt deeper than they sounded.

‎Ava shook her hand.

‎Clara’s grip was firm.

‎Confident.

‎Too confident.

‎“Have breakfast with us,” Adrian said calmly.

‎Ava’s heart sank.

‎He invited her.

‎Without hesitation.

‎Clara sat beside Adrian.

‎Close.

‎Too close.

‎They began talking about business projects.

‎Trips.

‎Old memories.

‎Laughing softly.

‎Ava sat quietly, feeling invisible.

‎Then Clara said something that made her heart stop.

‎“Remember Paris?” Clara said gently. “You said you would never marry anyone else.”

‎Silence.

‎The air grew heavy.

‎Ava looked at Adrian.

‎His face did not change.

‎“That was a long time ago,” he said.

‎Clara tilted her head.

‎“But some promises don’t fade.”

‎Ava’s fingers tightened around her fork.

‎Was she hearing this on her second morning as his wife?

‎She finally spoke.

‎“I’m sure my husband knows what he’s doing.”

‎Her voice was calm.

‎But inside, she was shaking.

‎Clara looked at her and smiled slightly.

‎“Of course,” she said softly.

‎“But sometimes choices are not made by the heart.”

‎Her eyes moved back to Adrian.

‎“And you never follow your heart.”

‎Ava felt her chest ache.

‎Adrian stood suddenly.

‎“I have a meeting,” he said coldly.

‎He looked at Ava.

‎“You will attend the Cole family dinner tonight.”

‎It was not a request.

‎It was an order.

‎Then he looked at Clara.

‎“We’ll talk later.”

‎He walked away without another word.

‎Clara watched him leave.

‎Then she leaned closer to Ava.

‎“You’re very brave,” Clara said quietly.

‎“For marrying a man who doesn’t love you.”

‎Ava’s heart pounded.

‎“You don’t know that,” Ava replied softly.

‎Clara smiled.

‎“Oh, I do.”

‎She stood up.

‎“You see, I was the woman he loved.”

‎The world felt like it stopped.

‎“But his grandfather didn’t approve,” Clara continued calmly. “And Adrian always chooses power over feelings.”

‎Ava’s throat felt dry.

‎“Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

‎Clara’s smile did not fade.

‎“Because I’m back.”

‎She leaned closer.

‎“And I don’t lose.”

‎Then she walked away.

‎Her perfume lingered in the air.

‎Ava stood there alone.

‎The mansion felt colder than yesterday.

‎Later that afternoon, Ava stood in front of the mirror in her room.

‎Cole family dinner.

‎Her first public appearance as Mrs. Cole.

‎She chose a simple blue dress.

‎She did not want to compete.

‎She did not want to shine.

‎But when she entered the large family hall that evening, all eyes turned to her.

‎The Cole family was powerful.

‎Proud.

‎Sharp-eyed.

‎At the center sat Adrian’s grandfather.

‎A strong old man with cold wisdom in his gaze.

‎“So,” he said slowly, looking at Ava, “this is the girl.”

‎Ava bowed her head politely.

‎“Yes, sir.”

‎“Do you love my grandson?” he asked directly.

‎The question shocked her.

‎She glanced at Adrian.

‎His face remained unreadable.

‎“Yes,” she answered honestly.

‎A quiet murmur moved through the room.

‎The grandfather nodded slowly.

‎“And you, Adrian?” he asked.

‎Silence.

‎Ava’s heart beat loudly.

‎Adrian’s voice was calm.

‎“This marriage is beneficial.”

‎The room grew silent.

‎Beneficial.

‎Not loving.

‎Not happy.

‎Beneficial.

‎Ava felt heat rise to her cheeks.

‎One of Adrian’s cousins laughed softly.

‎“So it’s just business?”

‎Adrian did not respond.

‎The grandfather’s eyes narrowed slightly.

‎“Marriage is not only business,” the old man said firmly.

‎Adrian looked at him calmly.

‎“It works for us.”

‎Ava felt small.

‎Like a decoration.

‎Not a wife.

‎Dinner continued.

‎Whispers moved around the table.

‎Ava heard small comments.

‎“She looks too innocent.”

‎“She won’t survive here.”

‎“She’s just temporary.”

‎Temporary.

‎The word echoed painfully.

‎After dinner, Ava stepped outside to breathe.

‎The night air felt cool.

‎She tried to calm her heart.

‎Suddenly, she heard voices from the side garden.

‎She did not mean to listen.

‎But she recognized Adrian’s voice.

‎And Clara’s.

‎“I didn’t expect you to move on so quickly,” Clara said softly.

‎“It’s not what you think,” Adrian replied.

‎Ava froze.

‎“What is it then?” Clara asked.

‎Silence.

‎Then Adrian spoke in a low voice.

‎“You know why I married her.”

‎“And that reason isn’t love?”

‎“No.”

‎The word was sharp.

‎Clear.

‎Final.

‎Ava’s heart cracked quietly.

‎She stepped back slowly.

‎But her heel hit a small stone.

‎The sound was loud in the quiet night.

‎The voices stopped.

‎Adrian turned his head.

‎Their eyes met.

‎For a second, no one moved.

‎Ava felt exposed.

‎Like she had been caught stealing something.

‎She walked toward them slowly.

‎“You forgot your phone,” she said, handing it to Adrian.

‎Her hands were steady.

‎But inside, she felt empty.

‎Clara looked between them.

‎Interesting tension filled the air.

‎Adrian took the phone.

‎“Go inside,” he told Ava calmly.

‎Not gently.

‎Not warmly.

‎Just calm.

‎She nodded and walked away.

‎But every step felt heavier than the last.

‎Behind her, Clara’s voice floated softly in the air.

‎“She heard you.”

‎Silence followed.

‎Then Adrian’s cold reply.

‎“It doesn’t matter.”

‎In her room, Ava finally allowed her tears to fall again.

‎Not loud.

‎Not dramatic.

‎Just quiet tears.

‎She sat on the bed and hugged herself.

‎She had known this marriage was not built on love.

‎But hearing it so clearly hurt more than she expected.

‎She looked at her reflection in the mirror.

‎“You can survive this,” she whispered.

‎“One year.”

‎Just one year.

‎But deep down, she wondered—

‎Could her heart survive that long?

‎Across the hall, Adrian stood alone again.

‎He loosened his tie slowly.

‎His phone buzzed.

‎A message from Clara.

‎“We need to talk about us.”

‎He stared at the screen.

‎Then deleted the message.

‎His jaw tightened.

‎This marriage was necessary.

‎Controlled.

‎Planned.

‎But something about Ava’s eyes tonight disturbed him.

‎She had looked hurt.

‎But she had not complained.

‎She had not fought.

‎That silence felt heavier than anger.

‎He shook the thought away.

‎Emotion was weakness.

‎And he did not allow weakness.

‎Meanwhile, in her bathroom, Ava suddenly felt dizzy.

‎She grabbed the sink.

‎The room spun slightly.

‎Her stomach felt strange.

‎She thought it was just stress.

‎Too much emotion.

‎Too much pressure.

‎She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

‎“It’s nothing,” she whispered.

‎But she did not know…

‎That inside her body…

‎Something had already begun to change.

‎And soon—

‎The one rule written clearly in black ink…

‎Would be broken.

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