Novel & Cerita Choosing Someone Better Novel

I just had one question still lingering behind. "Why me?" I asked "Trust me I'm not the right person for this job. Dili deserves a whole lot better than me" As sad as that sounded, it was honestly the truth. There were better people out there, people that were not me, that were not trying to fix there broken selves. "Dili was right" Mrs Uzora frowned. She looked...angry? This was the first time I had ever seen such a look on her face. Usually she was always smiling or laughing. This was definitely new. I gulped

Satan. She’d fought them both. Survived them both. But this? The man who could bury blood without blinking? Who could kneel in dirt and feel absolutely nothing at all? That’s different. That’s not anger. That’s not survival. That’s cold. And she believes, stubbornly, stupidly, beautifully, that people can choose better. She believes I can choose better. Somewhere deep down, I still wanted her to be right. That’s the problem. Because tonight? I didn’t choose better. I chose necessary. And necessary doesn’t come with softness attached.

Michael commented ironically, as a wry smile tugged at one corner of his lips. Alexander looked skyward and sighed. “There’s no better choice, Mike. Apart from the fact that she herself personally chose you over that asshole, I’m with her on this too. You’re still the better choice.” Michael gave his head a slow shake. “Really… I don’t understand why you’d say I am any better for her when you know what kind of man I am, Alexander.”

“Because I couldn’t afford to lose you again.” I studied him. The man before me was different, but familiar. Not the same reckless, arrogant person from the past. Someone softer. Stronger in a quiet way. And somehow, I realized, I was ready to accept that change. “Thank you,” I whispered. “For everything.” He reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” I smiled faintly. “It’s not about giving chances. It’s about choosing.” “Yes,” he said, eyes locking with mine. “Choosing each other. Every day. Slowly. Honestly.”

“You got one. Just not the one you hoped for. And right now, you are going to leave with your dignity, and we are going to pretend that this never happened.” “She is not better than me.” She snapped. “You can’t keep choosing her like she is the only thing that matters here!” “This isn’t about better.” “Then what is it about?” she demanded, stepping closer again. “What is it that she is offering that I have not given you? That the other girls have not given you? Why are you doing this to me? What mistake have I done to deserve you being this cruel?” “It’s about choice,” I said, and I meant it. “And it is not about you making a mistake, it is about me… I wanted to choose, and she was my choice

He looked back with the steady undemanding patience of a man who had learned when to push and when to simply be there. She laughed. Briefly. Genuinely. Then it faded. "She's gone," Elara said. "And it doesn't matter." She traced the rim of her mug with one finger. "Whether she's here or on the other side of the world she'll always have his heart. That doesn't go anywhere just because the person does." She paused. "I will always be the second choice. The convenient one. The girl whose story was plausible." She stopped. Something moved across her face. "He called me greedy."

Matthew asked, "How could you marry someone else so quickly, Sophie?" "Why not? You handed over our future apartment to another woman. You stood me up on the day we were supposed to get married. Why would I keep waiting for you after that?" I linked my arm tightly around David's. "My husband outshines you in every possible way. He's more successful, more attractive, and more refined. And most importantly—he's leagues ahead of you in bed." Matthew's expression darkened instantly. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Emma came running down the hallway, breathless.

“Um, so I’m here to finally make a decision about my future. Well...I have two really great options. And though Wrenworks and Windsor Ascension are amazing companies, that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about two men that are sweet, caring, funny, and make me feel like I can fly. I love them both very much and I know they love me. But I can’t have them both...believe me I tried.” More laughter insured as I took a deep breath. “So after a lot of thinking and stressing and pain, I’ve come to decide who I choose in all of this mess.” I locked eyes with Lee and then Grayson. They looked as though they would faint. “I choose...me.”

“Then why are you both here?” “To make sure you don’t forget,” Kael said. “You weren’t chosen. You chose.” “To burn it all down,” Vesper murmured. “And to build something better,” she finished. A breath caught in her chest. And when it left her, it took the last of the weight with it. The girl who wasn’t chosen was gone. In her place stood the woman who had chosen herself. The wind howled through the scorched cliffs, carrying the scent of ash and something deeper—something older. Not ruin. Not death.

I asked Jimmy. Jimmy nodded and seemed to be in thoughts, “I’ll say, always choose yourself first baby girl. But are you sure this is really not what you wanted? There’s always a difference. We could want something altogether and something better might come and then we would have to choose one. Most times, the better one. Are you sure you aren’t just sticking to this plan you want to do just because you have had it for long and don’t just want to be a hypocrite? Think deeply about that.