I Saved Her Life, He Chose Her Over Me Novels & Stories

I slumped on the ground as more tears rushed down my eyes. Yes, I had expected it, I should have known that he would always choose her over me but it was still heartbreaking. Isabella wasn't as injured as I was, she wasn't bleeding either and she wasn't pregnant. Isabella wasn't fucking pregnant and she wasn't losing any fucking blood either! I was the one who was in danger, I was the one whose life was in danger but he chose her instead. He did not care about me. He did not care about my life or death!

While I was in the hospital, she told everyone, "If Kayla had stayed in the triangle zone and waited for rescue, she wouldn't have gotten hurt. "Everyone else jumped onto the grass and walked away fine. So why was she the only one who broke her leg? "She did it on purpose. She knew Tristan was softhearted, so she dragged him out there and got herself hurt. Now she can use saving him to guilt him into staying with her forever. "Poor Tristan. Someone that manipulative has completely ruined his life." And the best part? Tristan believed her. He took everything I gave him without a second thought, all while seeing me as some scheming psycho.

I was in my mate Zane’s study, dropping off an invitation for the Alliance gala, when his tablet lit up. A private group chat. “Party tonight at the Alliance’s best restaurant to celebrate Vivienne passing the trials.” Confused, I tapped open the group. There were only four people in it. My own parents, the pack’s Alpha Hector and Luna Freda. My fated mate Zane, the future Alpha. And Vivienne, my adopted sister. The Omega orphan I’d naively rescued years ago. My mother typed: “Good thing Hector used his council connections to get Vivienne the spot in the Alliance’s strategy department. Harper’s already strong enough. This is more important for Vivienne.” Zane replied instantly: “I wish Vivie

Jones as she replied sarcastically, "When have I ever lied to you? There isn't any reason for me to do something like that. I ended up repaying Madison by causing her death. A good woman like her ended up dying from your incessant bullying." Evan roared, "That's enough! All you talk about is how Madison saved you, but Nikki saved me too! When you were out of the country and I was left behind, my bullies locked me up in a small room and beat me half to death! It was Nikki who shielded me and saved me from their hands! "If you hadn't forced Nikki and me to break up back then, she wouldn't have been kidnapped and ended up being diagnosed with claustrophobia!"

This wasn't the life she choose for herself. It wasn't the life she was supposed to have. She hurt him. She ruined him. She made him sink deeper into his darkness. She had a choice and she choose the world over him. She destroyed the pieces of him she managed to gather. 'I, Valentine Fernando, hereby reject you as mate'. She remembered the words clearly. 'What makes you think I'd choose you over them? Who chooses insanity over sanity?'. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her defiant voice screamed in her head.

I can’t let her get hurt, I’m the only one on her side. “The pup being by my side is nothing significant, I don’t make her go against Ciel.” I straighten to a proper stance and harden my voice a bit. “She might mean nothing to me, but never forget I was the one who chose to save her life and keep her alive.”

When I was small, she used to say that there's nothing more important then saving someone's life. I never understood her words but that day I realized what she actually meant. I realised that I am not a god to give or to take anyone's life. That day I had a choice, I had a choice to either let my soul satisfy by witnessing him bleed to death or save him. And as soon as I choosed second option, my mind told me that there is nothing more precious then a single life. At that moment it doesn't mattered that he's the one who had killed my parents and my boyfriend. All that mattered was if I can save him then that's all matters the most.

“Too late.” I stepped closer. She stepped back again, heel catching on stone. “Elara,” I said softly. “Do you know what you did?” “I saved his life.” “No,” I corrected. “You changed it.” Her breath shook. “You made him choose you,” I said. “And men like Dante don’t forgive that lightly.” “I didn’t force him,” she whispered. “You didn’t have to.” I reached out, fingers closing around her wrist. She gasped. “Alicia”

Something snapped. “You don’t get to diagnose me,” I shouted. “You don’t get to tell me who I am when you’ve spent my entire life resenting the fact that I exist!” Her voice rose to meet mine. “I resented having to choose you over a man who could’ve saved us!” The words detonated. I stared at her. My ears rang. “You chose him,” I whispered. “Every day. You just never forgave me for surviving it.” She opened her mouth.