Choosing Someone Better Mga Nobela at Kwento

But a few months later, I returned. Under Adrian's care, Isabella was glowing. She was more beautiful than ever. When she saw me, she patted my shoulder. "I know you're bitter, but a person has to accept their own shortcomings. You can't have what isn't yours, Eva. Adrian chose me. It's not something I control. And it's not something you can change. Understand?" I had no time for her games. I turned my back on her. The moment our shoulders brushed, Isabella let out a piercing scream.

“Seven years… I thought you’d at least be living better by now.” He shook his head as if looking at a pathetic, fallen woman. “You divorced me because I wouldn’t buy you luxury goods—because you were jealous of Mia. And now look at you. You can’t even afford a proper meal.” Mia leaned closer to him, her voice falsely innocent. “James, you have to understand. After the divorce, no one’s taking care of poor Evelyn.” I let out a snort. “Mia, not every woman needs to live off a man like you do. Move.”

Maybe I'd spent so much time wishing he'd say my name that I'd finally started hearing it everywhere. But then he looked directly at me. And I knew. This wasn't a dream. "I wanted you to find love yourself, but seeing you with another guy hurts." My mouth fell open. Wait. What? He was talking about me. He was actually talking about me. "Rowan here planned that it would be best if we made you jealous so you could figure out whether you really liked me. Let's face it, that wasn't a great plan. I was the one who got jealous."

I quietly looked at him, my heart no longer hurting as much as I had imagined it would. “Luca,” I called softly. The child immediately looked up, as if grasping onto his last bit of hope. “When you grow up, you’ll understand that liking one person doesn’t mean you can use another person as a stepping stone. “You looked down on me for being injured, not being able to hold a gun steadily, or being the mother you wanted. Those things were real. “And your regret today is real, too. “But regret doesn’t take back words that have already been spoken.”

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“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

"Am I that horrible? Why do all the men I like always end up liking you instead? Look at both Joe and Noah.” Chloe pondered for a few seconds and replied sincerely, "You're not horrible. On the contrary, you're outstanding. It's just that you haven't met the right person. I'm sure you'll find an even better man in the future." "Even better than Joe?" Chloe subconsciously glanced at the man in the corner and smiled faintly. "Absolutely. And it will be a man that’s at least ten times better than him."

Eric opened his mouth, intending to say many things, but he only muttered, "... you deserve a better man." "Who's better? According to what my parents and brother think, someone my age with great talent and powerful family background is the best man for me?" "Yes," Eric said. "Listen to your parents. They have your best interest in mind." "Of course, they have my best interest in mind, but they aren't me, and they don't know what I want," she said with determination. "All I know is I want to be with someone that makes me happy. It doesn't matter if that person is rich or how old he is..."

“There are lots of attractive women in here, there’s no doubt about that.” “Who do you fancy?” “It’s difficult to say. Surely fancying somebody is about so much more than what they look like.” “You’ve got to start somewhere.” “I know. But what if I choose someone who’s physically attractive then spend the next hour talking to them, only to find out they’re dull? Or stupid? Or worse,’part of a a cult.” “Welcome to my world. But you won’t find out and you won’t find anyone unless you give them a try. Now, who do you think is good looking?”

"You're always better. But no matter how best you are if I'm not for you, and you aren't for me as well. Nothing would change that." "I like you, more than how you do. But you know? I was sick of being adjusted for the better because you say, they say that we decide things for that better. So let me decide for now, let's stop it and just be friends if you still want that. Because that's what's actually better. Period." ---