He Chose Her So I Left นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I CHOSE. I chose to leave!” Zach hung his head and shook it in disbelief. “No. No. No. No. They made you choose. They made you leave us.” Tears formed in her eyes, seeing the pain on Zach’s features. “I didn’t want to be an enforcer anymore. My ‘destiny’, as you call it, changed. I chose something, someone different.” She whispered. He slowly raised his head, eyes meeting hers. “You chose HIM? You didn’t choose your family…” Realization spread over his features. “Why?”

And she saw it through me. She took a single step back, into the shadow of the hall again. “You wanted to know what I’d choose?” she asked quietly. The bond pulled tight between us. Hot, vibrating. On the edge of something breaking. “I choose me,” she whispered. “Even if that means choosing no one.” She closed the door in my face.

“You don’t get to talk me down. Not after this.” The heartbreak twists into something sharper, something that feels like it’s cutting me from the inside out. “If you’re so sure I don’t have a choice, then watch me make one.” He takes a step forward, panic slipping into his voice. “Leah why are you…” “No!” My voice rings against the walls, fierce even as my tears run hot. “Because of what you did, I’m leaving. I’ll trace her back to Thornveil and I’ll join her. You wanted me to choose?” My chest heaves and my vision getting blurry, but my voice remains steady. “Fine. I choose her.”

Maybe I was foolish to think she could be mine when all she’s ever been is herself. Still, I would’ve carried her. Protected her. Let the whole damn world burn if it meant she’d stay. But she didn’t. She left. And the worst part? I’d still choose her. Even now. Even if it kills me.

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.

"She's gone! She left you for good! That was her choice!" "She left because she had nothing left to give!" I roared. "Because you tortured her until her heart died!" "That's not my fault!" she shrieked. "You're the one who didn't cherish her! You're the one who chose me! She left because of you!" Her words hit me like a physical blow. She was right. It was my choices that led to this. I chose to believe her tears over Hazel's words. I chose to dote on her while ignoring Hazel's sacrifices.

I paused but didn’t look back. “You could have saved me,” she said. “You chose not to.” I opened the door. “No,” I said. “I chose myself.” I left her standing there. And behind me, I heard the sound of something breaking. Definitely not glass, but control.

“She chose Luca over you and Marlene. She walked out that door and never looked back. That is on her not me.” He shook his head slow like he was looking at something that could not be fixed. “You really believe you are the good guy here.” “I am not the one who left.” “No.” He turned toward the hallway. “You just made leaving the only choice she had left.” His footsteps hit the stairs heavy. His bedroom door creaked open then clicked shut. I stayed at the counter with my hands still gripping the edge. The coffee sat untouched in the pot. For the first time in years something raw pushed up through my ribs—panic. Not the kind I could fix with a phone call or money.

Cain murmurs, worried, “I don’t know why I did that, I guess I was mad at you. But now I feel bad. I feel like I hurt her on purpose and I never want to do that. Listen… there’s no need for her to break both bonds. You need to get her back.” “Cain,” I say, looking him directly in the eyes and talking very clearly, “She didn’t choose me. Or you. She told me that if she couldn’t have both of us, she wanted nothing. Her choice was NO ONE. That’s why I fucking left. I’m not going to fight for someone who didn’t choose me.” Cain blinks and frowns. “We all know you’re the right one for her,” he complains, “Stop being a pussy. Just go and get her back.”

he starts, surprising me with this. He walks away, sits on a stone. I remain where I am and watch him even though he keeps his gaze outside. "I should have waited to have solid proof although who knows what he'd have done even with that. He was so completely in love with her and she just had him wrapped around her manipulative little finger. She made him choose. Me or her. It couldn't be both. And my father chose. And then I chose. I don't think he expected me to leave."