Romans & histoires He Chose Her Over Me

She wore a proud smile as she informed, enunciating every word. " You can't take it? Well, I understand. It's not very easy to be unloved, you know? First, your father chose me, and I effortlessly replaced you. And then? Your precious first love also chose me. He didn't even have the decency to give you an explanation, just that." She went, wearing a sweet smile, looking harmless, but her words? They scorched through my heart with vicious precision. And the saddest part? She was right. They had all chosen her over me.

Her expression changed slightly. “I stood beside Severiano for years,” she said slowly. “Years.” Rafael didn’t move. “But then you came.” My stomach dropped. “A nobody,” she said. “And suddenly, you’re everything.” I shook my head slowly. “That’s not—” “He chose you,” she snapped. Her voice rose slightly, her emotion finally breaking through. “He chose you over me.” I froze. “You don’t even understand the world he lives in,” she continued. “You don’t belong there.”

She craved my favorite dish and dreamed of the places I wanted to go. Military history, world geography, economics—she seemed to be endlessly curious about everything. She was like a beam of light breaking into the dust-cloaked corners of my heart. I was drawn to her energy and her appetite for life. I saw in her the shape of a future worth chasing. That was the moment I decided to leave the past behind. I wanted to build a new life with her. She, too, had that look—like she wished we'd met sooner. We talked until the café closed.

"Would you stop that?!" "Let me go!" She said instead. She was angry and the more she stayed the furious she became. "No", he replied, dismissively. When he looked back at Cattah she was just staring. Sighing she said," Choose". "What?" He asked, confused. "Choose between me or her", she clarified. Tiana quickly said," You can have him, he was yours before I came into the picture. And I certainly don't want anything to do with someone like him".

However, I slept off before despite how nervous I was, and didn't possibly know what happened. “It’s morning, we have to leave the pack,” she said before I could question her. Her words caused me to widen my eyes alongside my already thudding heart. I didn't know it was that serious. “Did you say we have to…” I trailed off, lowering my eyes. However, I lifted them to look at her again. “What about the–” “It doesn't matter anymore. He chose her over me, so I guess I don't have a place here anymore,” she interrupted, her eyes showing a bit of hate when she talked about Mia.

Her forehead was resting on my shoulder and I can feel the wetness from her tears drenching the cloth of my white shirt. ‘’Who did this to you?’’ ‘’No one’’ she sniffed. “I’m such a loser. Why can’t I be someone special?” ‘’You are special’’ I patted her hand, which was resting on her thighs. “What made you think you aren’t special?” She was quiet for a while, as if she was mulling over. “He chose her over me and the sad part is, they are happy now and I’m not.’’

I said angrily. "You don't deserve him. You're not worthy for him" she mocked me. "Oh really?? And who he deserves? A crazy witch like you?" I said, and she is looking at me angrily. Then suddenly she laughed at me. Oh god! She is such a shameless girl! I thought. "I know him better than you. I mean, a whole lot more about him than you ever will. He will always choose me over you" she said proudly. "How are you so confident that he will choose you over me?" I asked her.

But now, her tears could no longer bridge the distance between us, an impassable chasm we could never cross. We were destined to remain on opposite shores. "I've already made myself clear. I don't feel anything for you anymore. If you keep this up, you'll only make me despise you even more." After she left in a daze, I gave a self-mocking laugh. Love that comes too late is worth nothing. What use was her words now? She'd chosen Gideon back then, and she should have known she'd end up like this. I loved her for so many years, and I put up with the two of them for just as long.

My family had hidden me, my true nature, for a reason. But three years ago, Leon had found me. He’d looked at me with such intensity, taken my hand, and whispered promises that felt like moonlight on my skin. A young she-wolf hears what she wants to hear. I’d felt the unnatural weakness in his life-force, the curse gnawing at his wolf even then. Worried, I’d defied my family. I’d chosen him. I’d used my birthright, the White Wolf’s gift in my veins, to sustain him.

“you can’t stand when someone else gets something nice or gets to be in the spotlight, rather than you.” The accusation stunned me into silence. “You think of me to be someone like that?” I asked. "When did I ever—" “You think I didn’t notice the way you hated that he chose me over you?” she shot back. “Like there was supposed to be no way in hell he could've chosen me over you?” Chosen? The word felt wrong in my ears. “You took him,” I said quietly. "You knew he was my boyfriend and yet you had sex with him."