He Chose Her So I Left นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Did she think I was still very young to know? Her lips parted, but no words came out right away. Finally, she whispered, “It wasn’t that simple.” I laughed bitterly. “That’s the thing about choices, they’re always simple. You chose yourself. You chose to leave. You didn’t choose me, or choose to stay with me.” Her chin lifted slightly, that old familiar defensiveness glinting in her eyes. “I had no choice, Blake. You think you know everything, but you don’t. You don’t know what he would have done if I had tried to take you.” she said.

She turned away, like she couldn’t stand the sight of me. I walked around the table and leaned in. "He’ll leave you again." "No," she said. "Not this time." "You sure? People like us don’t get happy endings." She looked at me then, really looked. "Maybe we don’t. But we get choices. And I chose him." I scoffed. "Even after everything he found in the server? Even after knowing who you really were?" "Especially after that," she whispered. I felt something sharp twist in my chest.

Stripped bare. The sight disarmed me more than any display of power ever could. “Did you see her?” I asked, the question escaping before I could censor it. “Yes.” “And?” “She’s leaving the country. Today. For good.” The finality in his tone was absolute. I searched his face for triumph, for the cold satisfaction of a checkmate. I saw only a profound, weary resolve. “How?” He held my gaze. “I showed her the door. And the cliff. She chose the door.”

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.

No spray-painted insignia of the Vultures MC. This wasn’t a kidnapping. It was her choice. That realization hit him harder than any fist ever had. His knees almost buckled, but he caught himself on the edge of the dresser, fingers digging into the wood until it groaned. She’d actually done it. She’d left him.

I was willing to work hard at melting the ice in his heart, and one day, we ended up sleeping together after one drunken night. Even though it frustrated Evan, he insisted on taking responsibility for me, and it was a turning point in events as we got closer, but somehow, everything halted as suddenly as it had come. I loved him, but I could not take his indecisive attitude and Nikki's constant efforts at distancing us. How ironic it was that the one sentence I had always wanted to hear was spoken after my death. Evan ignored the nurses and left the hospital quickly to get to his office. His assistant's eyes lit up when he saw Evan, and he quickly approached Evan for further instructions. "G

I looked at him and said, “No. If you truly want what’s best for me, then don’t ever come back. Never show your face to me again.” With that, the car window rolled up. The glass separated his face from mine and, with it, the last vestige of our past. Outside, Matteo kept screaming my name, but his voice was quickly swallowed up by the howling wind. The black sedan drove seamlessly into the night of Old Port, and I didn’t look back. From this moment on, Serena and Matteo were over.

I hated myself for missing that strength. “That is why I chose you,” I said instead. “That is why I left her.” I pulled her gently toward me. She stiffened, then shrank back, as shy as a startled deer. The reaction made my stomach twist. What had I seen in her that made me burn everything else down? Maybe it really was the pregnancy. “I will always choose you,” I continued. “That is why Soraya is gone.” Suddenly, she shoved me. The force caught me off guard. I stumbled backward, barely avoiding the shattered glass beneath my feet.

For a moment, she just stared at me, her face going through several expressions—shock, hurt, anger, all cycling through in rapid succession. "You chose to leave," she repeated slowly. "You chose to abandon everyone who cared about you. To disappear without a word. To build this entire life—" she gestured around the penthouse "—and not once, not in seventeen years, think to reach out to the people who loved you?" "The people who loved me," I said, "would have understood that I needed to get out. That staying would have destroyed me." But it was a lie, I never chose to leave, I never choose to be sent to a place meant for only the cursed, but I couldn’t tell her that.

Her eyes flashed silver fully now. “I have to choose between my heart and my future!” she yelled. “Do you know what that feels like?” “Yes,” I said quietly. She froze. Because she knew it was true. “I’m choosing you either way,” I added. “As what?” she whispered. Silence. “ You should leave too.” She said before finally leaving. I sink to the bed and sighed.