He Chose Her I Lost Everything の小説・ストーリー

Nikki tried to struggle out of her bonds, but all she managed was to give herself deep, red gashes on her wrists while being tied to the chair. There was no emotion in Evan's eyes, and he did not seem to hear anything Nikki said. All he did was look coldly at her with a smirk on his face. "Love you? A grand wedding?" He gave a low chuckle that was filled with misery and regret. "Madison is the woman that I should have loved with my entire life, and you were the one who destroyed everything!" He glanced at Nikki's frightened face as he said slowly, "Haven't you always suffered from claustrophobia? Don't you always enjoy playing the victim? So, I've arranged for you to experience for yourself

The hands that fixed everything. But never—not once—the one in control. And what had it brought her? Nothing. She had lost everything before she even realized it. A marriage that was never hers. A life built on carefully constructed lies. If she stayed where she was, then no matter what she did… it would all amount to nothing. It would never matter. Tara drew in a slow breath. Her fingers tightened against each other—not out of fragility, but because something inside her was beginning to take shape.

The donor kidney I had fought so hard and waited so long for, she had tricked the doctors into transferring to him instead. Every word out of Vincent's mouth felt like a blade twisting in my chest. And Diana was the one who had handed him the knife. I smiled–a hollow, wretched thing. "Is that so? If she's that wonderful, she's all yours." I turned and walked toward the door. This apartment was suffocating me. If I stayed any longer, I wouldn't make it out alive. However, even now, Diana would not let me go. The moment my fingers touched the door handle…

I scoffed. Grayson had just confidently promised to treat me right if I went back with him. But in the end, he still chose Bella over me. Before I could leave, Vidar pushed the door open and locked eyes with Grayson. But Vidar barely glanced at him, brushing past like he wasn't even there. He held up the food and said to me, "Take a break and eat. I got all your favorites." I nodded and pulled him away. But Grayson grabbed my arm. "Freya, so you left me for him?"

she stared up at me wide eyed, trying not to sniffle. I want to scream. What kind of question is that? How do you think I am? How could you do this to me? To us? To our daughter? But I can’t. The words won’t come out, and no matter how much pain I’m feeling in this moment; my heart still belongs to her. Felicity has and will always be the love of my life. I made a choice that I can't go back on. Even now. “We lost three of our own,” my words came out void of emotion.

His breath hitched, his voice cracking as he rasped, “And I just wanted to be enough.” Silence. The words shattered between us, heavy and brutal. I curled against the seat, my arms wrapping around my stomach, my tears dripping onto my trembling hands. “You weren’t enough… because you chose her over me.” His hand slammed against the dashboard, his knuckles splitting, blood smearing the leather. His voice tore out of him, broken and jagged. “I chose you! Every fucking day, I choose you! Even when it kills me, even when it breaks me, even when it destroys every piece of me—I choose you, Saesha!”

“You are not a problem to solve. You are not a mistake to hide. You are the only thing in my life that feels real. Do not let my father or Mildred or Nicole or anyone else rewrite our story.” A small sob escaped her, and she covered her mouth. I took her hand slowly. “Do not do this alone.” She shook her head again, her voice soft and trembling. “Mason, if this continues, you will lose everything. And I have spent my whole life losing things. I cannot watch you go through that. Not because of me.” “I am not losing everything,” I said. “I am choosing you.” “That is the problem,” she whispered. “You should not have to choose me over your entire future.”

“Then I think I need to leave.” He frowned. “What? No—” She stood. “I won’t compete with a ghost.” “She’s not—” “She is,” she interrupted. “Because you’re still haunted.” She grabbed her bag and headed for the door. At the threshold, she turned back. “You didn’t lose her when she left,” she said softly. “You lost her when you stopped choosing her.” The door closed behind her. And for the first time, he was alone by choice. --- Later, he called.

“The girl you lost isn’t the same girl you’ll find.” Then he turned and walked out. And I stood there, the bond pulsing faintly. Tired. But unbroken. “She doesn’t have to be the same,” I whispered. “I’ll still choose her.” Always.

I suck in a breath as my heart beats ferociously, her eyes beseeching mine as she stands her ground bearing her all to me. She said she’s mine. Ezillus told her everything and she still wants me. She knows I am a wounded, tortured being and still she is choosing me. It is selfish to want something so pure, knowing I am already tainting her, but still, she’s choosing me, and I want to choose her. I choose her above all others. I would forsake all others, even this very Earth just to be the one to make her smile again.