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After everything she had endured just to find her parents… after all the pain, all the yearning, and the excitement to finally know who they were… I didn’t expect that she would still choose me over them. I looked into her eyes, and even though I could see doubt swimming in their depths, an uncertainty over whether she had made the right choice or not. I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted her. And now that she had chosen me, I would spend every day making sure that this decision would be the best one she had ever made. I would make sure she never regretted a single moment with me.

"What does she take Timothy for? Timothy is too generous. If it were me, I would have divorced her long ago. A trashy woman like that can go to whoever wants her." My mind went blank as I frantically grabbed at the torn fabric to cover myself. Timothy's face was expressionless, as if this had all been planned. My heart was broken so badly that I could barely breathe. Why? Why was this happening? I had backed down at every turn and accommodated every demand, so why did he still have to completely destroy me and throw me into the abyss? I crouched on the ground, trembling. I was so overwhelmed with grief that I could not even shed a tear.

“You’re embarrassing yourself.” He stayed on his knees, looking up at me with desperate hope. “I love you,” he whispered. “Don’t do this. Don’t choose him over us.” I looked down at the man I had once planned a future with and felt nothing but sadness. “Alex… I didn’t choose him over you,” I said quietly. “You chose Bianca over me the moment you let me drown. You chose her every time you ignored me for months. You chose comfort and familiarity over actually seeing me.”

Selene didn’t love me, she was just jealous. “What does she have that I don’t?” Selene pressed, her voice breaking between anger and pain. “Why would you ever choose someone like her over me?” My gaze hardened slightly. “Watch your words.” She froze, but only for a second. “Why her?” she repeated, softer this time, but no less desperate. I exhaled slowly, because this was going to be the last time I would explain anything to her. “I didn’t choose her over you,” I said. “You were not even there in the first place. I chose her because she is her.”

Now she wouldn't want to have anything to do with me. I lost her long before that, slowly. Piece by piece. In the moments I didn’t show up the way she needed. In those times I chose convenience over understanding. In the way I let other voices shape how I saw her instead of looking properly for myself. Choice by choice, Decision by decision. Until one day, She stopped choosing me back. My chest tightened slightly at that, not sharp, not sudden, but deep enough to make it hard to ignore as I watched her turn slightly, speaking to someone beside her.

The blood I coughed up often carried fragments of something darker. I had insisted on finalizing the divorce not for freedom, not for revenge—just so I would no longer be tied to Richard. Not in life, and not in death. That same day, I left with a suitcase I had long since packed. In my arms, I carried Cammy's urn. I went home. My parents had always respected my choices. Even back then, when they hadn't liked Richard, they had agreed to our marriage—because I had wanted it. And now, they accepted my return the same way.

“You’re not getting rid of me. Not today. Not ever.” “You chose him,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Over and over.” I stilled then, my heart galloping. “I'm sorry,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Are you?" If he hadn’t placed his hand around my waist, I would’ve thought he wanted me away from him. I snuggled closer. "I chose you over everything, but you chose him, so many damn times.” There was no roughness in his voice. It was calm—a trace of forgiveness. That made me feel even worse.

I cursed as I quickly walked into her and carried her carefully in my arms. "Achetbir..." She called my name weakly, tears are building up in her eyes. "Hold on, I'll bring you to the hospital," I murmured as I felt her fear. Damn! - - - "Why did you choose him over me? Fvck! You said you were just leeching money off of me, didn't you? I'm richer than him so why didn't you choose me? " I couldn't stop myself from saying that. I am frustrated as hell, thinking that this was really the end of us.

I didn’t want to be that person in front of her, but he was making it way too easy. “I’m my own person,” she said. “And Kha, you can’t keep placing yourself between me and the world. But even when you’re not in front of me, I still choose you.” She turned toward me. “And you need to hear this too. I’m his. Not controlled. Not owned. Chosen. Your behavior only proves how right that choice is.”

She stared at me. And suddenly laughed. Actually laughed. Which somehow unsettled me. "You're pathetic." Excuse me? "What?" "You worship her." My eyes narrowed. "Proudly." "You'd choose her over anyone." Without hesitation. "Yes." "Over me?" "Yes." "Over your pack?" "Yes." "Over your friends?" "Yes." "Over yourself?" I smiled softly. "Already have." Her face twisted. And suddenly she screamed. "I HATE HER!" The sound echoed through the room.