Romans & histoires He Chose Her Over Me

Like she was bracing herself for an answer she didn’t want to hear. She wasn’t asking about politics. She was asking if I would choose someone else over her. If I’d leave her behind like everyone else had. I took a step closer. “No,” I said. “They expect it. But I don’t care what they expect.” Her eyes lifted to mine. “I already chose you,” I said. A breath escaped her, trembling at the edges. “You don’t have to be afraid,” I added. “Not with me.”

“Why would you do that to me? You knew how I felt about her.” Adrian looks up from his phone, calm as ever. “I didn’t force her. She chose me over you.” Damien clenches his fists. “So this is a competition to you?” Adrian smirks, leaning back. “Oh, please. Just accept the fact that she chose me over you. You’ll be fine.” The words cut deeper than Damien expects.

Where he looked at me like I was the mistake, not the woman who destroyed his marriage? The night replayed in my head like a cruel movie. The way he’d shouted my name, the disbelief in his voice, the way his eyes had cut into me. The silence afterward the kind that crushes you more than the yelling ever could. He’d chosen her. Xenia. He’d chosen her over me. Even after everything he knew about her. After the lies, the manipulation, the deceit, he still picked her. And what did that make me? The daughter who was just too much trouble to love?

“And it is not about you making a mistake, it is about me… I wanted to choose, and she was my choice. She always will be.” Her laugh came out brittle and hollow. “You think this is choice? She just appeared and you threw everything aside.” She said, wiping her tears. “You forgot everything and everyone else existed, that protocol existed, that life itself was real. You saw ONLY her.” “I chose her.” The words didn’t need to be loud. They were final, and I wasn’t going to change them to satisfy anyone, no matter the price that was going to be paid with this. “You chose her over me.”

"Why did he have to defend her?" Madison walks closer, her heels clicking against the stone. "Because he's confused. Because she's messing with his head. But that doesn't mean anything changed between you two." "Doesn't it?" I whisper. "He chose her over me. In front of everyone." "He chose his image over yours. There's a difference." She sits beside me on the platform, careful not to let her dress touch the bloodstains. "The question is: what are you going to do about it?"

There was no hesitation in them. No conflict. No searching. Just certainty. And for a second, it hit me all over again She chose me. Not by accident. Not by default. She chose me knowing exactly what it meant. “Careful,” I said, turning back to the stove. “You’re going to inflate my ego.” “It could use a little inflation,” she teased. “Wow.” “You’ll survive.” I smiled despite myself. God, I’d missed this. Not just her. This version of her.

he complains, “Stop being a pussy. Just go and get her back.” “No,” I growl out, surprising even myself, “It’s pointless. You can try to get her back if you want, I will not.” “Why not?” He pushes, making me clench my jaw and look away for a moment. My parents are looking at us, maybe wondering why are we even talking. “Because she should’ve chosen me,” I spit out, bitterly. So, so bitter, “Just like you said, we all know I’m the right one for her. I was the obvious answer. The one she was supposed to choose. But she didn’t, so…”

She cocked her hand towards the camera and summoned a deranged look that could bring paralyzing chills and fear to her prey. " It's all because of you! " she said with every reason and conviction like she had thought it all through and could never be wrong with her assumptions. " You choose her over me. " She spoke with discontent. " Again and again, time without number. You caused this, you should have chosen me! " She screamed, getting angrier as the seconds trickled by. " When I said to make a choice, you picked wrong."

“You can’t have it all. You have to make a choice.” She shook her head. “I made my choice, Tristan. I chose you and I’ll choose you over and over again.” Fuck. I didn’t deserve this woman.

“If you can think about her, you can damn well talk about her.” “I said no.” “You chose me, Nox.” She slides off my lap, standing tall. “You made a choice. So stop looking at me like I’m second best.” I exhale through my nose, trying to steady the storm building behind my ribs. “I made my choice,” I say quietly. “I chose you.” “And yet here we are,” she hisses, stepping closer. “You chose me over some little Omega you barely knew—and you still can’t let her go?”