I Saved Her Life, He Chose Her Over Me Romane & Geschichten

My sentence got cut off midway when he sent a glare my way, sending ripples of shivers down my spine. “But? You still have some words left to say?” He slowly left my back and came in front of me, staring down at me with dark terrifying gaze. “It was important that I save her.” I muttered, fiddling with my fingers. “She almost got raped and killed because of me. I couldn't let that happen.” “And you risked your life instead? Is this a game to you, Ivana? Do you think of yourself as some wonder woman who can save the world?” He tilted his head, narrowing his dark hooded gaze on me and I swallowed before shaking my head.

I blurted out, before I could stop myself. She made a face like she was offended but then it softened. She knew exactly why I was asking. “No. But almost. He said if I didn’t find my mate I should choose. So I picked him, I mean I know him more than anyone else. He rescued me at the combat, it made sense. But now…” she said, trailing off again.

Scarlett was my woman, she was always going to get my woman and I'll be damned if I let a nobody like him have her. “Apparently, he saved her when she fell off the cliff. If he hadn't, she would have died” I heard Brian utter behind me and I turned to him with a glare. “So what? Does that mean I should hand over my girl because he saved her?” I asked and his eyes widened. “That's not what I'm saying…”

Maybe there was no malice in it. "Byron," she whispered, her hand reaching through the bars. "It was one mistake. One slip. You can't abandon me over that. Remember? You owe me your life." She saved my life. There it was again. "Yes," I took a deep breath. "I remember you saved me."

She had only chosen to save me because she knew that she would be criticized if she saved Arthur first instead of me, her fiance. It was why she chose to save me instead of Arthur, despite how they had feelings for each other. Penelope had ended up regretting her choice for the rest of her life, so I decided to make her choice for her in this life. She should be grateful to me.

The memory of clawing at the bag, gasping for air, fighting for her life while the van drove away… it still made her hands shake. She had given him everything. Her love. Her loyalty. Her future. She had turned down her special forces team when the outbreak began just to stay by his side. She had built that base with him. Saved his life more times than she could count. And in the end, when it mattered most, he had chosen Evelyn. He had chosen silence. He had chosen to throw her away.

"I'm sorry. But if you don't mind me asking, how did I survive?" "Well, it was all thanks to Doctor Miller and the doctors and nurses who helped her. She said that they had to perform a hysterectomy surgery on you and that was how your chances of surviving increased." "Okay, I am very grateful. But when you were asked to choose between Kaya and me, who did you choose to survive?" "Kaya." "What?" My jaw clenched tightly as he said that. I felt a little bit jealous. Does he hate me that much?

“You made a decision about my life—my life—and didn’t even think I deserved to know?” “I did think about you!” she said, her voice breaking. “Everything I did—I did for you.” “For me?” I laughed bitterly. “You call that for me? You just handed me over to him!” “I saved you,” she shot back, stepping closer. “I saved you from Matteo.” “And threw me into Zayden,” I fired back immediately. “That’s your solution?” Her eyes softened, filled with pain. “You don’t understand,” she said quietly. “Then explain it to me,” I snapped. “Because right now, it just feels like I'm back at square one.”

After that, I lost consciousness. Just before I blacked out, I felt something warm and metallic-smelling spray across my face. … It was only after I regained consciousness that I learned that Daniella had saved me. In doing so, the excavator had crushed her legs, while I was held tightly beneath her and remained completely unharmed. Just as I got out of the hospital bed, I ran into the furious Jackson. The once polished young heir was now bawling like a baby, and the look he gave me was as if I'd murdered his whole family.

He held my hand and lovingly confessed, "Trust me, Yvonne. You're the one I love. I swear." He thought I would be touched, but I thought it was sorrowful. I couldn't believe this twist would come after so many years, nor could I imagine Willow playing us like a fiddle. Still, could I blame her? If Timothy and I had been a bit more honest, and if he had trusted me even more, we'd never have lost all these years we could've had. I was… tired. All my strength was sucked out of me. My heart was truly dead. There was no fight, no. There was only powerlessness. I didn't even have the strength to talk or to explain.