I Will Always Choose You Novels & Stories

he said, his voice softer now, but there was panic there, real panic, “Please sweetheart, look at me.” I did. “Remember what we said,” he continued, his eyes searching mine desperately. “We were the ones who chose each other. Not them. Not fate. Not anyone else.” My throat tightened. “I chose you over Chelsea,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “And I’ll do it again. Every time.” My chest hurt. “So choose me,” he whispered. “Reject him. Choose me.” Tears burned at the back of my eyes. Because I wanted to. Goddess, I wanted to.

"I don't care! I always get what I want and when I say I want you, it means you have no choice but to be mine! ***

I went alone to my favorite singer’s concert. During the song selection segment, I was really excited and hoped that I would be lucky enough to be picked. But in the next second, I saw my husband, who was supposed to be on a business trip, appear on the screen. Next to him was Mia Louise, his first love. “I’d like to pick Back To The Past. I want to go back three years when I hadn’t broken up with Mia.” The entire stadium cheered and celebrated their love. I was the only one in tears. During the next song selection segment, I saw my teary face show up on the screen. “I’d like to pick Back To The Past as well. I want to return to the time when I never said yes to Samuel Gardner’s

"I'll be frank with you. Your precious Morgan isn't the only one who loves me. Your parents do, too! They said that they'll give me your family's fortune once I'm fully recovered. Then, I'll marry Morgan in grand style!" That was the last straw. I finally snapped and lunged at her without thinking. "You know exactly whether everything you've gotten was because of you or because of me!" Evelyn didn't flinch. Instead, she became more brazen as she sneered and asked, "How do you think Morgan will destroy you when he finds out you hit the woman he loves?" I didn't stop. I went at her like a madwoman, clawing and striking with everything I had.

“I love you. I just want you to know that. I love you so, so much.” I grinned and leaned over to kiss him. “I love you, too.” “I know that I've been a little nervous with the baby coming,” he admitted. “But, it's just that I love you. That you chose me.” I grinned at him. “I choose you,” I said. “Every day, I choose you.”

And that was enough. "I choose you," Davidson pronounced, the words simple, unqualified. "When I was a wife, a mother, a believer, I chose you. When the world called me a traitor and a slut, I chose you. When I was in that courtroom and saw my children vanish, I chose you. I will always choose you."

Aiden’s thumb brushed it away before it could fall further and that almost made it worse. “In you,” I said quietly, “I found something I didn’t know I needed.” My voice softened. “Peace.” Silence settled around us, wrapped by an unusual kind of warmth. “I choose you,” I finished. “Not because I have to and not because it’s easy. But because it’s real.” I exhaled slowly. “I choose you. Always.” Aiden didn’t speak immediately, he just looked at me, like he was taking it all in. “I wasn’t looking for anything,” he said.

“That I had to earn it through resilience, through sacrifice.” I shake my head slightly. “You showed me that love is not a reward,” I say. “It is a decision.” His fingers tighten around mine. “I choose you,” I whisper. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just true. “I choose you in the quiet mornings and the chaotic nights. I choose you in arguments and in laughter. I choose you when we are strong and when we are afraid.” My breath trembles. “And if I ever forget who I am again,” I add softly, “I know you will remind me.”

“There’s always a choice. There’s always something else we could’ve done, you just didn’t want to take the risk.” His voice rose slightly, frustration slipping through. “Not when that risk is you, Leo! Not when it means I could lose you in the process!” I froze. “So it’s always me?” I asked quietly, my voice steadier than I felt. “No matter what happens, no matter who gets hurt, it always comes down to me being the one you choose?” He turned to me then, no hesitation in his answer. “Yes. I will always choose you every single time, without question.”

“I promised never to make you cry. If need be for the tears, it has to be when I'm inside you, when you can't handle the pleasure. And now here I am, doing exactly the opposite.” I swat his arm playfully “Micheal, you're so naughty.” He wrapped his hands around me. “I will be anything for you, baby. I just don’t wanna lose you. That's the truth.” I stared at him. “I want to be someone you really choose. Not because you have to, but because you want to.” “I want you, that's why I chose you ” he said without hesitating. “And I will choose you every time. Over and over again.”