He Loved His Wife For 7 Years But She Chose Her First Love Instead นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What was the meaning behind that conflicted expression? Hamish looked at her. "What are you thinking? Did you hear me telling you to stay away from him?" Vanessa nibbled her lip and said, "He doesn't have feelings for his wife anymore." Hamish was speechless for a while. He hadn't expected her to hit a brick wall and remain stubborn. "Even now, you still believe his sweet words? Didn't you hear him say he loves his wife? They're going to spend the next seven years together. If there's no love, can he promise another seven years? Vanessa, where's your brain?"

His left palm came up to her right cheek and his palm caressed that part. He is so in love with this woman. She was his first love. And Frances is also the only woman he dreams of marrying. He loves Frances very much. As soon as he saw Frances for the first time, he knew that he was fascinated. Even then, he felt that this was the only one he would love until his last breath. He made it hard to chase her but he didn't stop making her to be with him. Even then it was only a small percentage that he would lose hope, he did not lose. Although it was not easy for him to win Frances' sweet yes, it was worth it because now she is his wife.

It seemed like their conversation ended because Lois proceeded to leave, but he pulled her back and kissed her. I felt so angry and jealous and wanted to punch the jerk in the face, but I didn’t move. After all, Lois said this was a loveless marriage, and her contract talked about boundaries. I could not look again and hurried to the room and lay on the bed. I did not know what to do after seeing my wife, who left our house for days, only to come back home kissing a man in our driveway. So I just laid down and didn’t move. Even when she came in, I pretended not to know she was there. I felt betrayed.

“You need to compose yourself. He’s already married…” “I don’t care!” she screamed again, louder this time, her chest heaving as more tears streamed down her cheeks. “I love him! I’ve loved him for four years, Dad! I’ve done everything… everything… to be the woman he wants, and now he goes and marries her?” Her voice cracked as she spat the last word like poison. “I can’t live without him. I won’t.” Her mother sighed from the armchair, crossing her legs and glancing at the broken glass on the floor. “Sweetheart, listen to reason. He’s a Rothwell. They don’t tolerate scandals. And being a second wife? People would laugh at us. They’d talk.”

To say that I'd had no other thoughts about that would be a lie. However, at the time, I'd naively thought that maybe he'd felt a little something for me too. After all, among all the people he could have chosen, he'd picked me. Just like that, I'd spent the next seven years trying to get him to warm up to me. In our fourth year of marriage, he'd finally agreed to have a child with me. Even though I'd tried not to pay attention, some nosy people had still managed to tell me that his first love had recently gotten pregnant too.

Some things can't be achieved through effort alone - like winning Levi's heart. But is it wrong to fall for someone excellent? Can't feelings be cultivated slowly? I pinched my palm, and when the sharp pain came, I suddenly missed Celestia so bad. This longing was mixed with unwillingness to accept it. But reality shattered me once again... The devotion I took pride in couldn't compete with the novelty of Jessa in Celestia's eyes. My occasional strictness seemed to have annoyed Celestia long ago. I went from my contacts to my photo album. There were photos of Celestia, photos of Celestia and me, photos of Levi and Celestia - but not a single family photo of the three of us.

“Conway!” I turned around to look at the newcomer walking in. He was about forty years old and dressed in an expensive suit. Nevertheless, his clothes could not hide that he was an oily, middle-aged man. He did not notice me. In fact, he did not notice anyone else in the room. The moment he entered the room, he went forward to pull Madison to him by her waist. He kissed her hard. “Darling, why did you run off just now? You made me look for you for so long.”

She hadn't known him all that long, but she would cry if something happened to him. Did that mean she loved him? If someone had told her about love at first sight two months ago, she would have called them a liar. But she remembered the story of her Nana and Nannu. How they had met and married within three weeks. They had been married for forty years before Nannu's death. Their marriage had been full of love and fire. Wyatt hadn't spoken since they'd left Emma's apartment. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw tight. The silence between them wasn't comfortable. It was heavy. Death did that.

“Someone with no scandalous past. So would you like to be my wife? A contract wife for just seven years to put all the rumors to rest.” I looked at him, my heart pounding. I was so happy. I saw it as an opportunity to get close to him, to see him every day, to sleep beside him. Maybe he would finally notice me. Finally see me. “Yes. I don’t mind being your wife,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t even think twice. I didn’t care if it was just a contract. I really wanted to be with him. My first love. He brought out the contract paperwork. I read through the terms and signed it joyfully.

Liam’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a quiet, lingering shadow in his eyes. "Never," he whispered, his thumb gently caressing the back of my hand. "Not once. Because... maybe you only married me because you felt like you had no other choice." The words landed softly, yet they carried the heavy weight of ten years' worth of silent heartbreak. I looked at him—at the man who had protected me, who had flown across the world for me, who had carried the burden of my coldness without ever walking away—and squeezed his hand tightly. "Then twenty-year-old me was a complete idiot," I whispered softly. "Because right now, Lee... I don't feel like I'm out of choices at all. I feel like I'm right whe