Cerpen Suami Bukan Pilihan Novels & Stories

“You will be my wife, or you will be sent to one of our factories and work there throughout your life. With no future to look forward to. This is the best choice you could get.” “The best choice I could get is to be freed!” I replied. “That is not one of the options I have for you.” he blankly stated. “Are you even thinking? Me? Your wife? You could get someone better to be your wife, anyone else. Not me. I have a plan for my future, get married to a sensible and good man, and have a family of my own, a simple life! I do not want to be caged in your messy world. You are a Vermont, you can get whoever girl you want, sir.”

And when everything was over, he stood at my grave and ended his own life with a bullet. That memory burned in my mind. I pushed the tray aside and rose to my feet. "Mom, I want to marry Robert Black." The teacup in her hand slipped, shattering on the floor. "Via, do you even hear yourself? That man is disfigured, violent, and cruel. You cannot ruin your life over a fit of spite!" I met her gaze, firm and unwavering. "I love him. I want no one else but him." Silence suffocated the room. My mother let out a long, weary sigh. "Very well. This is your choice. But you are my daughter, and I won't let anyone mistreat you."

“Shaun, you promised me a home. I fell for your lies and risked my life to have Jaxon! For years, I worked hard to take care of you and him. I did everything myself because I believed you. I thought I had a home!” As I said, tears streamed down my cheeks. I was not crying for him but for myself because I had been tricked for so many years. “What did I do so wrong? Why has everyone left me? Even my son, whom I gave everything for, doesn’t want me anymore. He wants someone else to be his mom!”

Is he really suggesting this right now? "I don't care. I'm not doing it, go find someone else to act like your wife. You have money, right? Them I'm sure things like this would be easy for you. Go to the club and grab a whore or something. I don't fucking care but I'm not doing it." "You don't have a choice cupcake." Seriously? "Oh actually I do and that choice is leaving instead of staying here and listen to the stupid rantings that comes out of your mouth."

"The problem is that he's not thinking like a free man because he doesn't know how to. He's thinking like a capo, like an oyabun, one who is so in love that he's willing to defy the family you think he's chosen with his heart and soul." "The story has many versions, but the one you're refusing to see goes beyond being forced to stay married. That man has everything he has because the organization has decided it, and it's a tradition that absolutely all of us go through, without exceptions, until you appeared," he continued. "Seeing him upset because you were supposed to have a different life and he couldn't do more about it is not something you see every day, especially when he admits that y

I explained, clutching my phone so tightly I thought it might crack. Hansel shook his head with a small scoff. That small, black spot beside his lips—an imperfection that somehow made him even more irresistible—twitched as he smiled. It was a detail I caught myself staring at more often than I liked to admit. "Do not let this be the greatest mistake of your life, Viella. Letting your husband all alone with a woman who is carrying his child? The havoc could be irreversible most times." "Wh...what are you insinuating?" I swallowed hard.

"Since I am already married and Cassandra will sure enroll me to a university somewhere, my future has been decided for me already. I don't think I have another choice but to--" "You don't have a choice?" he scoffs and gritting his teeth. Kenji didn't want to show the disappointment on his face so he looked down. "We married for the freedom we always wanted yet you still follow what your mother had decided on for you? You have a choice. Don't make it sound like you love me because you don't have a choice."

I wonder if Mommy would have liked my jokes? Sir always told me how when they met they were the happiest couple in the world, but then their love died. I never understood why they couldn't just leave each other. Sir told me that they had to be a couple. That they were mates. How can you be mated to someone you no longer love? I don't want a mate. I want to have a choice in the person I love. No one can tell me who I can or can't love- "You little piece of shit!" I suddenly hear Sir yell as the door slams open. I look up at him in fear as he stumbles into the room, still glaring at me.

“And that led you to sleep with your boss.” “It wasn’t like that,” I shot back. “Then what was it like?” he asked, his tone not loud, but pressing. I leaned forward again, my voice rising slightly. “It was one moment,” I said. “One. It wasn’t a whole relationship. It wasn’t years of lying and sneaking around. It was a reaction.” “A reaction is still a choice,” he replied. That hit harder than I expected. I stared at him. “You don’t get it.”