My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Unable to move or exert herself, she bid a silent farewell to her husband, speaking in her mind: 'Adam, you were my first love. I was just a girl when we met, barely 18. You were my everything, and I was yours. We didn’t have much, but we never lacked anything important. We could have been a beautiful family—you, me, and our baby. But life didn’t allow it. Even though our child never made it to my arms, I’ve found peace knowing they’re with you wherever your soul rests.

Mari's whole body ached the next day. With every movement she made, she felt the pain in her whole body, especially in the middle of her thighs. That's what it's called, she's no longer a virgin, her husband has taken her most cherished honor. She's surrendered everything to her husband, which is very happy because they're now married, so there's no problem. But something was bothering Mari's mind, as if she was missing what she and Andrei did last night. What she expected to be a hot fight in bed ended up being a very careful romance between her and Andrei. Even their sex was very careful, without the excitement that would have been sexual. Mari shook her head and something else was going t

I said. "Love is blind, Adeline. My first wife, Emily. She was a waitress in the bar where I go often, we met first time there when she was assigned our table and she spilled coffee on me. I was smitten by her and after dating her for an year, we got married." He told me about his wife, his first love with a serene smile on his face. I felt a tug in my heart for an unknown reason. I shouldn't be feeling in this way for this man. I have to stop myself from losing in the same lane.

“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

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.

"It's just the two of us." His fingers slid along her back, pulling her closer. "Maybe I can't resist my first love." That's it. She's his first love. Even I—the wife—can't compete. "How about Ayah? If she knows you went here and kissed me, she'll surely be mad at you," she said softly. My husband ran his hand through his hair, looking conflicted. "This is wrong. No," he said breathlessly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."