Novel & Cerita Choosing My Happiness Novel

I ask finally going to the one question I know I don’t want the answer to. “I was supposed to see you, catch up on life, go home to my wife and be live happily ever after.” He says staring at a spot above my head. “You can still do that. We’ve met up, we are catching up and at the end of this you’re going home to your wife. I don’t see anything wrong here.” I say looking at him closely. “What about being happy?” He asks looking at me. “Happiness is a choice.” I say and he chuckles softly.

“The link… it’s broken…” He looked at me, stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief and a deep, raw hurt. “Elena, do you really hate me that much?” “I don’t hate you, Scott,” I said calmly. “I just chose myself.” Derek came to my side, a silent support. He didn’t speak, but his presence gave me strength. Scott looked at us, and finally, understanding dawned. “You chose him.” “I chose happiness,” I replied. “I chose someone who respects me, who cherishes me.”

Right now, I need to save myself first. My hand reached for the small notebook in my bag. I’ve had this book since the beginning of my marriage—a place where I wrote down all the feelings I couldn’t say out loud. I flipped to a blank page and began to write: “Today, I choose myself. Not because I’m selfish. But because I’m tired of always giving in. I want to know what it feels like to be happy… without wounds behind my smile.” My hand paused. I closed the book gently.

Used to connect me to— To nothing. There was nothing. There was only this. Only now. Only him. I smiled. Squeezed his hand. Let the warmth spread. Let the contentment settle. Let the choice become absolute. This was my life. My choice. My future. And I was happy. Finally. Completely. Totally. Wasn't I? Yes. Yes I was happy. I chose to be happy. I chose this. I chose— I chose him. And that was enough. That was everything. That was—

The Wellington name, which had once sat over everything in my life like a ceiling I couldn’t raise, was now associated with scandal and fraud and the kind of public disgrace that took generations to recover from. And I was here. Dancing. “So yes,” I answered myself. “I am happy.” It surprised me a little, even now. Not that I had gotten here but that happiness, when it finally arrived, felt so ordinary. Not loud. Not triumphant. Just warm and steady. Like something that had always belonged to me.

She paused, looking out at the horizon of attentive faces. “We are much more afraid of being happy than of suffering. Because suffering is familiar — we have learned how to move through it. Happiness is unknown territory. It’s where we wait for the other shoe to drop. This book is about learning to stay in unknown territory without waiting for catastrophe. It’s about discovering that you can be happy without being wrong for it.” And this third one was a declaration. The passage she chose to read was from the central chapter, the excerpt that had been the hardest and most honest to write:

Justine was just as forceful then, having someone escort the girl away, not letting anyone steal a glance at me. She had just as tightly embraced me, making me believe I was the happiest man alive. It turned out it was all just my own foolish fantasy.

his words made her cheeks burn. "Let's just welcome our little rat now and go tomorrow," Clara said, hiding her flushed cheeks. The laughter filled the hall when the main guest entered the hall. Her low groans and huge yawning made them admire the little one with so much love. ***** Life can be so beautiful when we finally realize that happiness is a choice, not a result. If we decide to be happy, no one can snatch it away from us. Rose and Sandy never even stayed apart for a second as if they were working hard to fill that gap of five years of loneliness. Sandy didn't take too much time to come over the betrayal of his father.