He Chose Novels & Stories

My husband Nathan canceled our Halloween trip the same way he'd canceled every trip we had planned for the past three years. This time, the excuse he gave was an emergency investor meeting that couldn't wait. I believed him until I opened Instagram and saw his little assistant’s post. Sienna was lying on a beach in matching sweatshirts with my husband, her name stitched across his back and his name stitched across hers. The same custom hoodies I'd told him I wanted us to get together years ago. Her caption said: "The CEO took me to the mountain last year, now the ocean. Where should we go next? Drop your best photo spots below. The CEO looks so handsome in pictures." The comments were alread

And now, I was standing on the soil born from the choice I had made— and hopefully it was the right choice. I was in the North.

“It’s one of my favorites. That should be good luck.” “Okay,” I say, grabbing the dress he chose. “Is that what you’re wearing?” Light khakis that I’ve never seen him in—like ever—and a crisp white button down shirt. He shrugs. “Figured I’d look presentable,” he replies. “Well mission accomplished,” I say, throwing my arms over his shoulders. “You look very handsome. If I’m still around later, maybe I’ll let you take me out.” “Stop it,” he replies, holding me tight. “You’ll be here. Neither of us have ever had anything like this happen before. It’s just one meeting. It’ll be fine.”

he said, voice like steel, “then choose.” “What?” I knew what he meant, but I wasn’t ready for that decision yet. “Me… or Kyla… If you want me so much,” he said, voice level, “then choose. Me or Kyla.” And just like that, he walked out.

He looked at me. "Of course!" He answered arrogantly. I just shook my head. This guy really. "A steal people's heart just with my voice. What more if I flash them smile? More so when if I get undres---" I cut him off quickly. "Yet was never chosen." I teased. His expression changed. He looked at me evilly. "She chose me. She just doesn't admit it." He said flatly then looked to one side. Like he's peeping at someone from afar.

Not needing further instruction I take a big bite of my food and sigh in contentment the look is nothing compared to the mouth-watering taste. After filling my stomach, I sit back against the chair and watch as he finishes his food. He smiles when he notices me watching him. "what he asks as he sits back against the back of his chair placing a napkin over his food to signal he is done. " Swallowing the fear that bubbles in me I ask him, so why did you choose me as your bride? I'm sure you had 100 different options why did you decide for it to be me. crossing his hands over the table he begins. " That is not the right question but it is one I'm willing to answer. Simply, you were always meant

He was extremely sad. "I'm sorry Eric." Jessica apologized. "Are you hurt?" "What do you mean am I hurt? Didn't you see what he did to me? Did you have anything to do with that maniac?" Eric scolded. "I swear, it was in the past. I could never choose him over you even if he's the prince. You are the one for me. The one the goddess has prepared just for me. Why would I choose a man like prince George by the way. Didn't you see the way he was behaving just now? That's nothing compared to you." Jessica said, teasingly.

She'll see him for the user I will make him out to be. He had his choice. He chose her. Now, he gets the consequences.

And just like that— The forest returns. Real. Messy. Uncertain. But no longer trying to become something else. I exhale, my body finally catching up to what just happened. “That…” I whisper. “That worked.” “Yes.” I look at him. “You didn’t tell me to do that.” “No.” “You didn’t even know that would work.” “No.” A pause. Then— “…I didn’t choose anything,” I say. He shakes his head slightly. “You did.” “What?” “You chose a condition.”

My chest tightens painfully at the thought of her. “And I believed him,” he adds. “I believed that if I did what he wanted—if I stayed where he put me—he’d leave her alone.” Another pause, and it’s even longer this time. “I chose him.” The words come out of his mouth without hesitation, like they’ve been waiting. “I chose to stay and keep doing exactly what he built me to do. Murder people who got in his way and whatnot, you know?” My eyes burn with more tears, but I don’t blink.