He Chose Her I Lost Everything Novels & Stories

A typhoon warning had been issued. I drove out to pick up my mother, who lived by the coast. My car broke down halfway there. I called my boyfriend fifty-eight times, and every single one was declined. The rain kept getting heavier. No rescue services were available, and the water was rising. My hands were shaking so badly that all I could do was get Mom to a nearby bus shelter. That was when I scrolled past a Facebook post from my boyfriend's assistant, Megan. "Derek is such a sweetheart. Spent two hours searching, and the little stray finally has a home." In the photo, Derek was at Megan's place, giving a stray cat a bath. I looked at my mother, soaked to the bone, and a wave of hurt wa

I was getting angrier with every word. I felt like I could strangle the woman in front of me, who only knew how to whimper and cry. Lydia had hurt me, yet here she was, acting like I was the one who had wronged her. I shook her hand off. "Now, get out! Right now! I feel sick just looking at you." "No, I won't leave," Lydia said. To my surprise, she dropped to her knees and clung to my legs. "Julian, I admit my body betrayed you, but my feelings for you have never changed. The only person I've ever loved is you!"

He held my hand and lovingly confessed, "Trust me, Yvonne. You're the one I love. I swear." He thought I would be touched, but I thought it was sorrowful. I couldn't believe this twist would come after so many years, nor could I imagine Willow playing us like a fiddle. Still, could I blame her? If Timothy and I had been a bit more honest, and if he had trusted me even more, we'd never have lost all these years we could've had. I was… tired. All my strength was sucked out of me. My heart was truly dead. There was no fight, no. There was only powerlessness. I didn't even have the strength to talk or to explain.

Kim knelt beside me, gently prying my hands free. I looked at her with tears in my eyes. “I’ve lost it all, haven’t I? He succeeded in taking everything from me. He’s taken her from me. It’s obvious she chose him. I… I lost her. What about the marriage, Kim? What do I do?”

He said he refused to live as a replacement and cursed Victoria for everything he had endured. In the end, Victoria lost everything. The company went under, her love life fell apart, her reputation was destroyed, and her life spiraled into ruin. One evening on my way home, I suddenly ran into her. The moment Victoria saw me, she charged toward me like she had lost her mind. Given her current state, my first thought was that she might hurt me, so I immediately stepped back and kept my distance.

she whispered. I swallowed. “Yes,” I whispered back. She smiled. “Because I know the truth about the spine,” she said. My heart hammered. “And you,” she added softly, “are the key.” She stepped closer, and her voice dropped to a whisper: “If you choose to unlock the spine… you will lose everything you've ever been".

Later, she started showing up every day until she eventually moved into the villa. Sophia broke my perfumes, claiming that they had slipped from her grasp. She "accidentally" misplaced my documents. She also destroyed the only photo I had of Papa right in front of me before she hid behind Antonio, stammering that she hadn't done it on purpose with teary eyes. The first time I lost my temper, Antonio had shoved me aside. He frowned and said, "Sophia and her Madre were forced to live on the streets because we helped you take revenge on her family. She's lived a tough life. Her Padre is already dead, and her family has already atoned for their sins. What more do you want?"

The black Bentley glided smoothly onto the private tarmac at London Heathrow. Rain was threading through the evening wind, smearing wet trails across the bulletproof glass. I pulled off the black silk scarf I'd used as cover, revealing a face still drained of color but composed, sharp-edged. The fragility, the despair of the operating table—all of it had been ground to powder by the London skyline scrolling past my window. The moment I signed the divorce agreement, Layla Jones had died.

"I know my ways haven't been perfect." "That's not imperfection," I said quietly. "Those were choices." "Yes." "You had her watched. You showed up at the library in the rain. You sent an official summons to a woman you've known since she was nine years old." I met her eyes. "That isn't a mistake. You did it on purpose. And it ends now." Her expression changed. It was not exactly surprise, but more like someone rethinking a calculation that had just turned out differently than they expected.

“Because of her…” A pause… so sharp and fragile, barely hanging by a thread. Her lips trembled. Her voice dropped… but it didn’t soften. It deepened. “I lost everything.”