He Chose Her So I Left นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he said. “How sure my heart has chosen you?” she asked. “I know it as just follow it,” he replied. “Okay, find I still need to think about this,” she said and left him almost immediately.

Aurora says. "No no no. Don't pity her. She left because she had a choice. She didn't have to leave me or break us up, I would've gone there to be with her , if she had simply asked. But she didn't, she chose the easy way out and left me . She made her mind and took that decision. Now it's my turn to make another decision." I say and put some eggs in my plate. "To do what, exactly?" Alex asks me. "That is for me to know, Now, if you would excuse me, I am starving." I say and stuff my mouth.

“I…I didn’t mean to push her down the stairs. I was angry and wanted to push her out of the way. She just…” “You can leave now.” I interrupted her sharply, having made my point clear. There was a bit of silence before she spoke again. “Is it true that…she’s your chosen?” Oh, I loved this. I made sure to look her in the eyes as I answered her. “Yes she is. And she wasn’t forced on me. I chose her since the first day I set my eyes on her.” The disappointment on her face afterwards was satisfying. “You can go now, Bianca. I have somewhere to be.” She turned to the car door, opened then slammed it closed. I didn’t watch her leave. I started the engine and peeled away. The only thing in my mind n

“Anything.” I tapped my chin. “Okay… what was your worst heartbreak?” His smile fell a little. He placed his bottle down and stared at the ceiling for a second. “She left,” he said softly. “Left where?” I asked. “Left me. For someone else.” My chest squeezed. “Ouch.” He shook his head. “It’s life. She chose what she wanted.” I nudged his leg with my foot, gentle. “Still hurts though.” He looked at our legs but didn’t move them apart. “Yeah.”

She did what she thought was best, just as I did. “I didn’t come here to talk about placing the blame. I don’t hold you at fault for anything that happened. We both made choices that we thought were in the best interest of those around us. I came here to tell you that I will leave. For good. I want you to have the bond. I can reject you and you can move on, forming a bond with another wolf.” She backed away from me, climbing out of the bed. She began pacing the room and I watched her fingers curl and uncurl, leaving her knuckles white.

I wouldn’t. “You’re choosing her over your own blood?” I spat, my voice trembling with rage and pain. “I’m choosing the person who loves me,” he said simply. “And the one I can still trust.” Then he turned and walked out, leaving me standing in my room, alone. Again. I sank to the floor as the door shut behind him. My chest heaved as I tried to swallow my fury. My tears. I wasn't going to let that stupid nobody win. I wasn't going to give her what she wanted. Forcing me to leave him wasn't going to change my plans for her. She is only gingering me to hasten things up.

“Can’t or won’t?” I stood, staggering slightly from the drinks. “Both.” Her jaw tightened. “You know she’s not coming back, right? Women like her — they break things and never look twice. You’re just collateral.” I laughed—low and humorless. “You never understood her. That’s the problem.” “She left you.” “No,” I said, my voice hard. “I left her the moment I chose silence over truth.” She rolled her eyes. “So you’re a martyr now?”

We filed our divorce. He did not even wait for me outside. "I'm going to buy the latest designer bag for Rachel. You can find your own way back." His voice turned cold. "Lilly, if you're not back to take care of Rachel in half an hour, you know what happens." His Maybach sped away, and I turned to hail a cab back to the villa. As soon as I stepped through the gate, I heard the faint cries of a baby coming from the small building by the yard.

The room where we'd made love on the couch, where we'd talked about baby names, where I'd cried in his arms after every failed pregnancy test. “Did you choose her? Or did your mother?” He hesitated too long. “Both,” I said. “You both chose her. Because she's everything I'm not. Fertile. Connected to your past. Your mother's favorite.” “That's not why.” I walked to the couch, picked up my purse. "I need to leave." “Where are you going?” “Away from here. Away from you.” “Rhea, don't be ridiculous. This is your home…”

The donor kidney I had fought so hard and waited so long for, she had tricked the doctors into transferring to him instead. Every word out of Vincent's mouth felt like a blade twisting in my chest. And Diana was the one who had handed him the knife. I smiled–a hollow, wretched thing. "Is that so? If she's that wonderful, she's all yours." I turned and walked toward the door. This apartment was suffocating me. If I stayed any longer, I wouldn't make it out alive. However, even now, Diana would not let me go. The moment my fingers touched the door handle…