All Chapters of My Family’s choice: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

ANASTASIA’S POV He stomps past me and slams his bedroom door shut before I can say anything. I guess I really have nothing left to say. I stare at the closed wooden door, letting the events of the morning replay in my mind.Yes, I broke down in front of Tyler, and yes, I didn’t want it to happen. But can I blame him? He was genuinely trying to comfort me—the way I had tried to comfort him. He never forced me to say a word. I did it of my own free will. He opened his heart to me, shared his pain, and let me hold him. And I can’t deny that I wanted him to. Now that he’s doing the same, why can’t I let him?Just as I’m about to step toward Tyler’s room, Nate’s face flashes through my mind along with all the promises I made—one being that I would never let myself get attached to anyone. And yet here I am, more than attached to Tyler. Besides, if I go in now, I have to remember that Tyler wants to help me. I’m the reason Nate isn’t alive. I don’t deserve anyone’s comfort.I spin around on

ANASTASIA’S POV Groaning, I sit up on the bed. My head is pounding like ten heavy rocks have been stacked on top of it.My eyes stay squeezed shut because the sunlight burns. I bring both palms to my face and tilt my head down toward my lap. Suddenly, a sharp wave of nausea twists my stomach, bile rushing up my throat. I throw the covers off my legs and hurry to the bathroom. Lifting the toilet seat, I kneel and empty my stomach into the bowl. I'm still puking when I hear someone enter the bathroom.Two hands sweep my hair away from my face, holding it back gently as Tyler murmurs, “It’s okay. It’s okay.” One of his hands rubs slow circles on my back while the other keeps my hair out of the way. I don’t want him to see me like this—weak and miserable.When I’m finally done, I slump back against the bathtub. I open my eyes to see Tyler at the sink, wetting a towel. He kneels in front of me and wipes my face and mouth.“I can do it,” I croak, taking the towel from his hand. After clean

TylerAnastasia stands in front of me in blue skinny jeans and a white top, with a surprised expression on her face. Her hair is tied at the top of her head into a ponytail, and the lower curled part is now resting on one of her shoulders. Her lips part slightly, immediately bringing my attention to them.Since that night, I haven't stopped thinking about her plump lips and the way they moved in synchronization with mine. Her body fitted in my hand exactly like the right piece of the puzzle sticks at the right place.I pull my hands out of my pocket and step closer to her. As though she is fixed to her position, looking directly into my eyes. When Madelyn, my assistant, told me that a woman named 'Anastasia ' came to meet me, I knew right then and there who it was. I am not saying that no one other than her with the same name could come to meet me, but I was having a feeling that it was her. Now here she is, my beloved wife.She clears her throat softly and looks down. Her fingers in