My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me Novels & Stories

We have already expected high profile individuals from different walks of life would come to this occasion. As a Montefalco, it was truly an honor to be here, that is of course, if only my family would be so glad to have me in. Apparently, it would only be grandma who was the only one left caring about me in this family. My husband doesn’t want our marriage to continue because he preferred to have his first love—also currently his mistress—as his wife instead of me, even my mother-in-law whom I though was caring to me at first was all just a show-off.

"I don't know what you heard about me. But I promise you, none of it is real. I loved my first wife and I didn't use Flora to drive her away. I'm not trying to do the same with you" "Is that all? I'd like to leave now" he stopped me. "I loved my wife very much" I groaned. "Sometimes I wasn't the best husband but I loved her really. Our marriage didn't have the best start because it was an arranged marriage. Our parents were friends and I had no desire to marry but I did and I never regretted it. I loved her so much" the passion and devotion in his voice cleared my doubts about him not loving her. "How did you manage to cheat when you loved her so much"

He came out of the shower shortly after, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I gulped down hard and tried not to stare. ‘You can stare if you want, I am your husband after all’ Aaron said, catching me off guard. ‘You wish’ I said as I stood up to leave. ‘Wait’ he called out, and I looked at his face, trying really hard not to stare at his abs. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, i used to date her’ he said and a hint of relief swirled through me. ‘And why would I care, like I said this isn’t a love marriage, you can do whatever you want’ I said, then the look in his eyes changed, an expression formed on his face, an expression i couldn’t read.

I said. "He lost a finger because you shot it. The fights you both had in the past were sweet. I think now you both understand one another, but you need to always tell him the truth." She said. "Stop trying to make me go for him. He isn't as handsome as Raymond or as romantic." "Venessa, he saved your life, remember," Maxwell said. "That sucks," I said. "Who do you love the most." He asked. "I don't know, they're both handsome and I had a terrible past with the both of them, but I don't know why I still have feelings for my husband. I love Raymond but I'll never forgive him. This is -"

I was older, sure, but that didn’t stop my heart from falling for the adorable little troublemaker. Then my grandfather shipped me overseas to prepare for the family legacy. I promised I’d marry her when I came back—and since our parents were close, we got betrothed. But when I returned, she didn’t remember a damn thing. Like our childhood never happened. And to top it off? She’d gone and fallen for Philip Morris and she abhorred the idea of getting married to anyone that wasn't him, our married life was hell, until now. The Olivia I saw now, though, was everything I had ever dreamed of. I finally had her—my first and only true love—and she feels the same way.

There were condolences from family and friends, a funny meme from Mindy, and a slew of trending news alerts. The photos on the trending feed showed Albert with a face full of despair. There was also a shot of him ruthlessly slapping Summer twice in the party hall. The term “devoted husband” became linked to his name. The messages from Albert kept coming. [I miss you.] [Please, tell me this is all a lie.] [I should have just taken you with me. This is all my fault.] I gave a sarcastic smile and swiped to the chat with Mindy. [Babe, we can move on to step two.]

I loved to share a bed with my husband, to feel his warmth after he left for work. “Yes I can, on second thought, I’ll move. The bed disgusts me anyway.” He said as he strode out of the room and slammed the door. His words stung, my juices didn’t seem so disgusting a year ago. A sigh escaped my lips, maybe that’s what marriages lead to anyway.

"I'm so sorry. I would have never meant to do this." He felt Riya toss around in the bed, and he immediately silenced himself. He silently stood up, and went into the shower. Not staying long, he came out, fully dressed, watching the sleeping beauty that laid on his bed. 'It would have perhaps been okay if they were just married and hadn't consumed the marriage.' He thought to himself. 'No, Damon. The first mistake was confessing love for her. Making vows to be bound for eternity with a woman he didn't love truly.'

SEBASTIAN "I married you because it was arranged. Don’t mistake that for affection. Keep your distance, or you’ll only hurt yourself." The numbers on the document blurred for the third time in ten minutes. I stared at the spreadsheet glowing on my monitor without actually seeing a single figure on it. Every row, every percentage, every projection dissolved the second another memory cut through my head. "You think being my wife makes you special? It doesn’t. Any woman could stand where you are standing. So stop looking at me like I’m supposed to feel something."

" Yes, you did. But you still showed me more heart than my family did. You could escape on the first occasion and start over, but you stayed, showing me loyalty I forgot existed." " Is that so strange? I am your wife," I replied, slightly offended by his words. " You got married to a stranger, to the man who could offer you nothing. Any sane woman would choose to leave." " Are you suggesting there is something wrong with me?" I took a step back and crossed my arms over my chest. Marcuse chuckled. " I wouldn't dare." I raised my eyebrow, as his words did not sound too serious.