I Saved Her Life, He Chose Her Over Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You let her wear the family crest. You had her in our bed. You had her get the same tattoo as me. And you're telling me it was all just a game?" "Zora, let me explain—" "No," I held up a hand, stopping him. "I don't want to hear it. Because nothing you say changes one simple fact." I stopped right in front of him, looking up into his eyes. "You chose her over me. When our lives were on the line, in a hail of bullets, you chose to protect a nightclub dancer and let your fiancée die." "That was an accident! I was—" "You were perfectly calm," my voice was like a razor blade. "Calm enough to make a choice. And your choice told me everything I needed to know."

I was choosing his life over my freedom. I was choosing love over everything else. Even if it killed me inside.

“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.

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.