Choosing Someone Better Novels & Stories

I held her hand, placing a soft kiss on it. “You do have a choice—the contract,” a small voice whispered in my head. No. I wouldn’t let my desperation push me into that. He was only using me. “Using you? How?” the voice challenged. “He’s just helping you—just like you’d be helping him. It’s a win-win.” I let out a deep breath, as if it could ease my pain. Accepting the contract marriage wasn’t a small decision, especially with the father of my child. This contract only proved he had no interest in settling down—so how could he ever accept my child?

Lena managed. “Why?” “Because someone had to. And I was willing.” “That is illogical. You could have refused. Could have lived comfortably while others suffered.” “I could have. But that’s not who I am. I choose others over self. That’s what humans do. What the best of us do anyway.” “I do not understand this choice.”

Sarah said halfway through the meal. I blinked. "What?" "Whoever she is. The woman you're thinking about instead of talking to me." I should have lied. But I was tired of lying. "No," I admitted. "I'm not." She smiled sadly. "I appreciate the honesty. For what it's worth, she's an idiot if she didn't choose you." "She chose someone better." "Better for her, maybe. Not necessarily better." Sarah took a sip of wine. "But we don't get to choose who we love or who loves us back. We just get to choose how we handle it."

Maybe you're thinking about relationships in too simple or absolute terms. "Even in a situation where he's stronger and I'm weaker, no one can force me to take the loss where there's a real gap in power. I can choose not to. If being friends starts feeling off or uncomfortable, I have every right to walk away and find people who are a better fit. "So, choice matters. If Gideon didn't have anything worthwhile about him, or if he hadn't shown me genuine kindness and interest, we wouldn't even be friends."

So casual, so absurd. "Are you sure you shouldn't find someone better? I don't think I fit." My voice was barely audible as I struggled to get it all out. He suddenly sat up and fixed his gaze intently on me. "What's your definition of someone better." I dragged my gaze to the floor, racking through my brain for a suitable answer to that. "I... I don't know, maybe someone without a truckload of problems like myself, and certainly not a divorcee." "Divorcee?" He chuckled dryly. "You weren't married to that man in the first place."

“But sometimes they learn. Sometimes they apologize. Sometimes they choose to do something different.” “AND SOMETIMES THEY DO NOT.” “Yes.” The Unmaking leaned closer. “THEN YOUR ANSWER CHANGES NOTHING.” “It changes what we do with the next choice.” The darkness recoiled slightly. The child continued. “You think that because someone can make a terrible choice, they should never have been allowed to choose. But if you take every choice away, nobody can choose to make things better either.” “BETTER FOR WHOM?” “For the people who are still here.”

After thinking for a while, I took a deep breath and said to him, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Ronaldo, but I’m choosing Alex.” His eyes widened in shock, and so did Alex’s. He just stood there beside me, frozen. But I didn’t want to waste time. I continued, “He’s someone I never want to lose. So I’m choosing him. And also, he’s the best thing that has happened to me in this whole world. He’s the right man for me, and I’m not choosing anyone else apart from him.”

"When he realises—" "He'll have two choices. What he came here to be or something better." I paused. "Same choice you had at the mill." She looked at me. "He won't take it as gracefully as I did." "You didn't take it gracefully. You took it practically." I held her gaze. "That's actually better. Practical people are more reliable than graceful ones." Something moved through her expression. Not quite warmth. Something adjacent to it. "What do you need from me?" she asked.

"We just need each other." They stood beneath the oak tree, the sun rising behind them, and spoke the words they had been meaning to say all along. "I choose you," Nathaniel began. "Not because it's easy. Not because we're perfect. I choose you because you make me want to be better. Because you see me—the real me—and you stay anyway." Victoria's throat tightened. "I choose you too. Not because I need you. Because I want you. Because my life is brighter with you in it. Because you taught me that love isn't about never getting hurt. It's about getting hurt and choosing each other anyway."

“The person I chose is Yarden. Mr. Farrell, are you satisfied with that answer? Can we continue with the engagement now?” Zayn pulled his hand back and took a few steps back. He dug his nails into his palm to keep his composure, but he felt no pain. My words kept repeating in his mind. “The person I chose is Yarden.” No. He found it hard to believe. How could that be? Zayn tried to convince himself that I spoke out of anger, but he knew the rules very well. Once the auction result was set, it could not be changed unless one side made every effort to cancel the arrangement.