My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me Novels & Stories

"I loved you before I knew what to do with it. I loved you when I thought loving you meant staying away from you. I loved you when I convinced myself that having you for a year would be enough." He shook his head. "It was never going to be enough." I covered my mouth again. "I don't want a year with you." He smiled. "I want forever." For several seconds, I couldn't speak. The city continued moving beneath us. Cars passed. Lights flickered in distant buildings. But all I could see was him. The man kneeling in front of me. My husband. The man I had once married because circumstances had left me with very few choices. The man who had slowly, stubbornly and completely ruined every plan I'd ever

My eyebrows met. Do I still love him? If it was your husband who got hooked, and caused you have miscarriage would you still be able to love him? "Hey, Dianna?" "You've been quiet about that. Don't say that what I said was right. Do you still love that flirtatious husband of yours?" "O-Of course, I don't love him anymore! He chose his partner over me. A lot has changed, it will only hurt me more if I still love him, right?"

His thumb brushed away the happy tears gathering beneath my eyes. "I'll love you with everything I have. I'll respect you. I'll protect you. And no matter what happens, there'll never be another woman in my life." I laughed quietly before teasing him. "Not even Serena?" Without the slightest hesitation, he answered. "Serena is my best friend, but you're my family." He squeezed my hands and said "My wife will always come first." I believed him. I believed every single word. Those promises replayed over and over inside my head now, each one makes my heart ache.

I wasn’t about to lose him over some choice that i had to make. Because i choose him, i’d choose him over and over again. And that was the scary part. The part that even fifteen years apart didn’t dim us. But i was not about to make him divorce his wife. I loved Marc, so much still. But Alex, was my first love.

I can't stop hating her. Maybe because I knew she was the person my husband loved. She was my husband's first choice. Maybe because I knew that she had something I desperately wanted from my husband—his love.

In his drunken haze, he mistook her for Sophia and made love to her through the night. Soon enough, Naomi got pregnant, and James agreed to marry her. However, she later learned that James didn't love her. Worse still, he didn't marry her out of a sense of responsibility either. He married Naomi because he learned that Sophia had started a new relationship from her social media. After their marriage, he was almost always absent from Naomi's and Celeste's lives. On the day Celeste was born, he deliberately flew out of town on a business trip. And when she started to speak, he gave her a cold look and wouldn't let her call him "Dad".

Not because I wanted to teach him a lesson but because I wanted him to feel every shabby, hollow second of the life he’d tried to hand her. My thoughts drifted back to Luna. My wife. My first love. The girl who sat three pews ahead of me in Catholic school with her hair tied in ribbons, who laughed at my bad jokes, who believed in me when I had nothing. We married straight out of school, young and stupid, thinking love alone was all we needed. And for years, I swore nothing could touch what we had. I never thought I’d even look at another woman. That was how much I loved her.

They're celebrating their wedding. Charles was the first man I loved. The first man to make me climax. The first to teach me true passion. Sadly, it never worked out. But as we locked eyes with each other, even briefly, I realized that it wasn't a lack of passion we were separating. He parted his lips and blinked twice, untied his tie and mouthed my name. My nipples tightened at once and although I had not worn underwear that night, hoping to bone some random bloke senselessly, I threw that idea out of the window. Maybe I would dive headfirst back into something profound and deep once again.

I took a deep breath and asked him, "Diego, what are you saying am I not your wife?" "Well, not anymore; Nelly is my first love; she is the only woman my heart has ever beat for; now that she has returned, we should have a..." I interrupted him, "Do not think about it, Diego; I am not getting divorced." "Up to you," he mumbled, leaving me alone as he returned to the hotel. What had transpired was unbelievable to me. My husband is preparing to leave me for his first love, who abandoned him for another guy, and he has thrown away all we have built together especially my father's sacrifice to save his life.

“Because you're my first love and my one true love. I will choose you over and over again until my last breath. And if there's a second life, I will choose you again and again. That's how much I love you.” Tears fell down my cheeks, one by one. “You're crazy and stupid.” “I am,” he admitted. “If loving you means being crazy and stupid, then I don't mind as long as you're happy.” “Marriage feels a bit hasty… Should we wait a while?”