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

“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.

“I tried to save you. But she made me choose, and I chose wrong.” My breath caught. “Choose what?” “Who to save. You… or him.” Liam went still. “You saved me?” Xves didn’t answer. The air in the room thickened until it was hard to breathe. I looked at both of them, realizing what he was saying without words. “You chose him over me.” Xves’s jaw tightened. “Not because I wanted to. Because if you lived, the world would have ended.” I took a step back. “You expect me to believe that?”

He stood, darkening his figure over her, but her eyes didn’t stop budging, locking with his. “Us? Since when did we become a team?” “And the answer to your question is, he saved our lives. I would presume nothing about him because you didn’t share a healthy bond.” She answered with flares on her nose. “I thought you wanted to stay away from this dark world. Ultimately, you ended up in the middle of all this.” “It was not my choice. I was being kidnapped by the man who hated you and saved by the man whom you hate.” She burned him because she was bleeding inside.

“I don’t need to know her past. I know mine, and the terrible things I had to live with, the terrible things I had to do to survive. While she what? Ran into the big muscular arms of the first man that looked her way? Please. I don’t need her fucking excuses. I spent my LIFE trying to save her, to free her.” “I am trying to protect her, to keep her alive.” “Alive or dead. It’s of no use to me. At least if she is dead, my father will be free of her and the pain she causes. If it’s her or him, I choose HIM. Always. When faced with you or us, she chose you.”

“Of course they did.” She observes me as though she was making my name. Just like she sees it, she is afraid that she will disappear when she blink. “You look thin.” “You sold me,” I say. The terms are interposed, heavy and final. Her jaw tightens. Just a little. “I saved you.” Something snaps in my chest. “Saved me?” I move nearby, trembling with my hands. “From what? From choosing my own life? Since loving a person you could not govern?

She was shot by a blood thirsty thug. Even at her dying moments, she wanted me to run.. to be safe. She did what she did to save me. She knew, we had both known, that only one person would survive. So she chose to save me, she wanted me to live. Realizing this, I couldn't stop the tears that flow down my cheeks without stopping.

Ninety-one threads and the river and the cold morning light and everything we had survived to get here. "I choose you," I said. "Not the bond. Not the bloodline. Not the network or the war or any version of this that existed before I actually knew you." I paused. "I choose the person who walked into my house in a torn dress and refused to be moved by anything I tried and was moved by everything I didn't." I held her eyes. "I will keep choosing you. Every day. Without reservation." She was quiet for a moment.

"I showed up that day thinking my life was over. That I was saving my family by sacrificing myself. That I'd spend a year being invisible to a man who looked at me like I was nothing." "Eve..." "But then you saw me. Maybe not right away. Maybe not for weeks. But eventually you saw me. And you made me feel like I mattered. Like I wasn't just the replacement or the backup plan. Like I was worth choosing." She squeezed his hands. "You're not perfect. You're stubborn and closed off and sometimes you make me want to strangle you." Laughter from their friends. "But you're mine. And I'm yours. And I choose you. Today and every day after. Not because I have to. Because I want to."