He Chose Her So I Left นิยาย & เรื่องราว

All of it, just to be with me. I remembered the first night she had stayed in my pack house. I had taken her hand and led her to the balcony as we stared over the pack grounds. “Do you regret leaving everything behind?” I had asked her. She had looked up at me with those warm eyes and smiled. “How could I regret choosing you?” Then she had kissed me, soft and sweet, and I had known at that moment that I was the luckiest alpha alive. I smiled at the memory. Serena had always been there for me through every pack challenge, through every difficult time. She had stood by my side without hesitation.

“Then I think I need to leave.” He frowned. “What? No—” She stood. “I won’t compete with a ghost.” “She’s not—” “She is,” she interrupted. “Because you’re still haunted.” She grabbed her bag and headed for the door. At the threshold, she turned back. “You didn’t lose her when she left,” she said softly. “You lost her when you stopped choosing her.” The door closed behind her. And for the first time, he was alone by choice. --- Later, he called.

The day I found out I was pregnant, I stopped doing all the things Julian hated. I stopped asking where he had been. Even when he stayed out all night, I drank the tonic my healer had prescribed for the pregnancy, turned out the light, and went to bed. When rogues attacked the market and a piece of silver-laced shrapnel grazed my wrist, the healer told me to contact my mate. I simply said, “There’s no need. I can manage.” An apprentice standing nearby recognized me. “You’re Mrs. Marchetti, aren’t you? Mr. Marchetti’s merchant caravan is right outside. Shall I get him?” I lowered my eyes and shook my head. Half an hour later, Julian pushed open the treatment room door anyway. He carried the f

I turned to leave. “Aniya.” I stopped. “I still love you.” I closed my eyes. For a moment, I remembered the man I married. The man who once made me feel safe. Then I remembered the award show. I turned around. “You loved having me.” His expression tightened. “But you stopped loving me properly.” He looked like he wanted to respond. I didn’t give him the chance. I walked out. ⸻ Outside, I took a deep breath. The evening air felt cool against my skin.

Elijah exclaimed in warning. Irina chuckled softly. "I want you to remember this. I chose to stop loving Aaron because I felt that he no longer wanted me. I had loved him for years, yet I still chose to walk away. Do you think I won't be able to leave you if you eventually treat me the same way Aaron did?"

She wanted it to gave to the man she loves but not Lewis. "I know." Lewis let her go. Then he sat back at his seat. "I know you love me. So don't you keep it by yourself? If you love me, then choose me. Why choose him?" He asked. "That—" She doesn't know. "Because you Leave me at that time. In times of my pain. You were not there. In times of my need. You were not there. You just left me. Alone. So why choose you?" She asked.

She tilted her head slightly to her right with her unchanging, cold smile— implying that I should spit out what’s inside of my mind before she got annoyed. “……” She noticed. This girl… is crazily scary, sharp, and forceful. Before I’m going to say what’s on my mind, I took a deep breath. “Why did you choose me?” I said, “Even though you’d agreed I’m not good enough for you…” Directly, straight to the point. “…I didn’t choose. You are the one who chose to stay.” “What…?” I was dumbfounded. I’m the one who chose to stay…?

She didn’t move. He stood, gathered the bag, and walked to the door. “I’ll see you soon,” he said. And then he left. Just like that. No attempt to stay. No push. No pressure. Just a choice. Left hanging in the air like a question.

“You can't leave, he'll always find you, and you're carrying his child, it makes it worse." She laughed after a while. “What?." “You didn't strike me as someone that would make a man with a heart of stone so desperate and blindly mad." I was quiet and she muttered something. “Are you coming." “Where?." “He gave you two choices. Leave or go back to him. You love him don't you?." I was quiet. “Let's go." She said and she left.

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.”