My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me 소설 & 이야기

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?”

“Yes. Go straight to the point. What do you want? Why did you call me out?” “Let’s get married,” I said. No buildup. No softness. Just the truth, dropped between us like a stone. Eve’s eyes flew wide. She blinked fast, almost trembling. “What?” “You heard me.” I stepped closer, closing the gap she kept trying to create. “We can’t,” she breathed. “Why not? Am I not better than the man you chose after me? I was your first choice, Eve.” “First love doesn’t mean forever love,” she said.

"Although, in the beginning, I never thought much about who I was going to spend the rest of my life with and whether I was okay with it." He snorted. "Indeed you must have. I mean, Craig is an ideal husband." She glared. "Coming with having to spend the rest of my days with someone I'll have to find out later that I do not love and also finding out that I might be in love with his brother." "I'm nothing like Craig." "No, you're not!" "Then why did you choose to marry me?" "I had loved you!"

In the scuffle, she scratched my skin, leaving a few bloody marks While safeguarding the thermos with one hand, I used the other one to protect my belly. "I'm Grady's first love," came her response. "When I went abroad to study, he promised he'd wait for me. I had no idea he was already married. So, who are you to think you can replace me?" So, she was Melissa Angeles, the lover Grady had when he studied abroad. She pushed me so hard that I fell to the ground, the thermos rolling away beside me. I was just inches away from tumbling down the stairs, so I reached for the banister.