My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me Novels & Stories

That realization made my throat constrict. I'd been given the kidney a few months earlier. To Christian. My husband. He'd needed it, and I'd not asked questions. That's what love is, isn't it? Sacrificing pieces of you so the one you love can live on. I wasn't allowed to be present in the hospital for the procedure itself. Hospital rules or something, but I visited him afterward. Pale but alive. Breathing. Smiling. And that was enough. As long as he's fine, I don't care about anything else.

After some time, he regained his senses and explaining slowly, “Yes…We got married, and I was happy with her.” His voice was heavy, filled with pain. He looked ahead and added, “But the happiness didn’t last long. Someone created a misunderstanding between us, and she ran away from me.” Tears burned his eyes. He hung his head down and wiped the tears away from the corner of his eyes, “It was all my mistake. I shouldn’t have doubted her. I should have trusted her.” His voice died when he said the last sentence. “That someone is Daniel. Am I right?” Dr. Valentine asked in a frenzy. His eyes were as sharp as a blade devoid of emotions.

We didn't get to say our vows for each other on our first marriage, because Mavis cut that part off. "Mavis, love of my life" I said, and Mavis smiled, making him so handsome. My husband was indeed very handsome. "We may have started off with hate, but I am happy we were able to overcome all that hatred. I admit that I hated you more than anything in the world, but now I love you more than life itself. Thanks for coming into my life Mavis, thank you for everything you have done and for bringing joy into my life. Thanks to you I am achieving my dreams. You're also not my first love, but you forever be the one I will love, and I promise to be a lovely wife to you, until death do us apart" I sa

“Are you kidding me? You told me the night you met him at a party was by luck. You told me you're a divorcee.” “Everything I told is true, no addition of lies. Everything is true, it's just that I didn't tell you the whole truth. Charlene Sullivan, you might have heard the name or seen it in a magazine if you're a fan. Richard and I got married, although our parents arranged the marriage but it was in my favor because I was the one that loved Richard. He didn't care about me for about three months after we got married, I was still hoping he would look at me one day and start loving me as a woman not out of pity, and when he finally did his ex-wife showed up and tore our imperfect marriage ap

he admits, “but I’m not going to force anything on you. Not now, not ever. Whatever happens between us doesn’t change the partnership.” Janice studies him for a long moment before nodding slightly, as if accepting both the answer and the uncertainty that comes with it. **** Back in New York, Nelson sits alone, staring at Janice’s wedding photo. Caressing her face in a photo with his thumb. His voice is barely audible as realization settles fully into him. “She didn’t leave because she stopped loving me…” he says quietly. Fingers tightening around the frame. “She left because we broke her first.” The realization hits harder.

When my husband’s family was caught in a massive pileup on the highway, he was at the beach with his first love. I didn’t call and demand that he come back. I simply dialed 911. Because in my previous life, I’d stopped him from going to the beach with her. Instead, he came with me to rush his family to the hospital. While he was gone, his first love was swept out to sea and drowned. When I found out, I was overwhelmed with guilt. But my husband told me it wasn’t my fault. I thought he’d forgiven me. Then, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the beach. Right in front of me, he killed our daughter and threw her into the ocean for the sharks to devour. Then he held me underwater

“They would have the best of everything.” “I love how we are connecting, it’s up to us to decide how we want to live. From the beginning, I have always known that I was meant to be your wife. For me, I had many suitors sent my way but none of them sparked my interest, and most of them were afraid to even look me in the eye or let alone speak to me without stuttering. They were a bore and I did not feel anything for them, even my parents were wary of me and thought I would not get married with the way my meetings were going. When it was time to come and see you, I thought it would be the same, but you did not seem the least nervous or intimidated by me nor did you flatter me unnecessarily as

After a car accident leaves me with mild PTSD, my doctor says I just need time to get comfortable in cars again. But my husband, Don Alessio Valenti, takes away all my car keys, gets down on one knee, and makes me a promise. "From now on, tesoro, you have me and every driver I employ at your beck and call, day or night." For five years, Alessio treats me like a queen. I'm the envy of every woman in the Valenti family. Then Bianca Moretti returns. She's his former assistant, the woman who once took a bullet for him during a bloody power struggle within the family. On our fifth wedding anniversary, Alessio insists on taking me to a remote castle in the mountains. But halfway up a deserted

During a parent-child activity at kindergarten, the teacher asks the children to draw what they want to be when they grow up. The other kids draw princesses, dinosaurs, and astronauts, but my five-year-old son, Evan Jepsen, draws a cell phone. Across its screen, he's written a message in crooked letters. "Incoming call from Annette." "Why do you want to be a phone?" the teacher asks, puzzled. "Because Daddy loves his phone more than anything," Evan replies earnestly. "When Mommy asks him to come to dinner, he gets annoyed. But whenever Annette calls, he smiles right away." The classroom falls silent, and I stand frozen in place. "Once, Mommy had a fever of 102°F, but Daddy said he

“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?”