My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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 haven't felt that love ever since day one of stepping my foot on this land. I sighed as I grab my handbag from the chair next to the bed. He left his card to me for financial reasons but I have my own so I decided not to use any of his money. He told me before we even had our vows that he did not love me- it may be not direct words but when he said that I will be his wife in papers only- that is the exact same thing. Psalm Luigi Del Valle. That is the friend that he setting up with me. It's so weird to say that my own husband is choosing someone for me to date.

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.

“Wendy, I’m just worried about you.” In just a few days, he mastered sign language. He patiently taught me every sign, even when I lashed out. In the end, I could still speak, but I had lost all my hearing. The grief was unbearable. I took it out on him. I told him to just divorce me and find someone normal. He did not even try to dodge the ashtray I threw. He just wiped the blood from his forehead, pulled me into his arms, and traced each letter into my palm with his fingertips.

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.'

Day and night, she would just mumble my name over and over. To me, though, that just sounded sickening. Marissa begged me to pay her just one visit. However, I didn't want to. I didn't want to see her again. She stubbornly assumed I would always love her, but that wasn't the case. She had destroyed every bit of my love for her with her very own hands. I took over my family's business and entered into a marriage alliance with the Orozco family, in line with Mom's wishes. Crystal loved following me around. She said, "You don't have to force yourself into accepting me. We're not yet engaged. If you find that you truly have no feelings for me, I won't force you into doing anything."

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.

Back in college, half the girls in our program had been chasing after him, but somehow, impossibly, he'd asked me out. My first love. My only love. Well, technically not my only... but that one night two years ago didn't count. That had been a mistake, a moment of weakness I'd spent months trying to forget. Some stranger in a hotel bar, too much wine, a night that ended with me sneaking out before dawn, too ashamed to even look at his face. But Michael was different. Michael was sunshine and safety and everything good in my life. He was going to be my husband, the father of my children, my partner for life. The only man who would ever matter.