Choosing My Happiness Novel Novelas e Histórias

If anyone would ever wrap their arms around me and make me feel safe again. Life is like a thunderstorm—unpredictable, sudden, and often unkind. But I’ve learned that happiness is not something that arrives at your doorstep wrapped in a bow. It’s a choice. A slow-burning, deliberate act of resistance. And when you choose it - when you really let yourself choose it - it seeps into the cracks of you. It gives you light in the places you thought would never be warm again. I am not saying I am happy spending time with him but...

Emma asks. I look over her head at Tony, who's watching me with so much love it makes my heart ache. "She lived happily ever after," I whisper. "Because she learned that happiness isn't something that happens to you. It's something you choose, every single day. And she chose it. Again and again and again." "I like that story," Emma murmurs, already drifting back to sleep. "Me too, baby girl. Me too." I close my eyes, surrounded by my family, in a home filled with safety and love and light.

"Kayi mannaton ke baad Mere ghar me aayi hai khushi Nazren bacha ke waqt ki Mene churayi hai khushi Darwaze pe baraat apne Saath laayi hai khushi......" (After many wishes, happiness has come to my house, Hiding from the eyes of time, I have stolen the happiness, The procession has bought the happiness at the door) ——————————————— I hope you guys liked the chapter. Signing off...... ~Zaveria akhtar

I turned back to look at them again and again as I walked away. For a brief moment, it felt as if I could see the Wendy of my past life standing among the crowd, waving at me. Her lips moved, as though she were saying something. "This time, make sure you find true happiness!" I nodded silently to myself. I knew I would.

I nearly turned up late for work the next day. It was a good thing Harry had breakfast ready. He even gave me a hand with the toothpaste. He quietly waited for me to wake up. I had never been happier with Harry. A year later, I gave birth to a healthy boy. Lost in the bliss of the present, I slowly let go of the pain Kent had caused. Happiness came from a choice, not circumstance. By picking Harry, I chose a life of delight.

And in that moment, standing in the doorway of our soft, sleepy home, I knew one thing for certain— Happiness wasn’t loud. It was this. The laughter that still lingered in the air. The warmth of someone’s hand in yours. The quiet heartbeat of a house full of love. END OF CHAPTER 119

Harvey came and we had a discussion But as Harvey left my room earlier, I realized something that had been simmering beneath the surface for a while now—happiness is what I make of it. Life had been harsh, full of losses and sacrifices, but it didn’t have to be that way forever. I could choose to carve out moments of joy, to allow myself a taste of the happiness that had been so elusive. And in that moment, one person came to mind, someone who had been on my thoughts more than I cared to admit. Once inside my hotel room, I didn’t waste any time. I pulled out my phone again, this time with a sense of purpose that hadn’t been there before. My fingers hovered over the screen for a brief second

Your friends, your relatives, your children and even your husband but don't spend years trying to get back like I did. Choosing happiness is already vengeful enough. Life is too short to spend it getting back at. Choose your own happiness and see how easier that will be. “Annabel!” I turned round and saw my husband, the love of my life, the only man my heart beats for. Finally, it's home and happiness at last. As he took strides towards me, under the snow, I did not realize that my cheeks had turned pink and my whole body was on fire waiting for his touch.

It was the conversation I had secretly recorded the last time Trinity had come to the estate. I had made sure to fully charge the phone before I died. I wanted Nathan to hear, loud and clear, the true nature of the woman he had chosen, the woman he had been willing to let me die for. A long silence followed. His fingers trembled as he reached for the letter. He pulled out the paper inside and began reading. I had written down every detail of how I had saved him back then, every part of the story that Trinity could never know. The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became.

I didn’t want to open this letter in front of them. “Kate,” my mother whispered, she was crying…again. It was like she could sense exactly what was going to happen next. “You deserve better—you deserve a man who would love you and not hurt you, you deserve happiness,” “What if I don't?” I questioned, “Not everybody gets to live a happy life—sometimes happiness is for a selected few and the rest are just left to make do with whatever life throws at them.” “You’re wrong. We all have a choice—always. You can choose happiness. You can choose to want these things.”