My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me Novels & Stories

The old man knew how much his granddaughter loves him, and would do anything for him, so he staged this act and forced them into marriage. In the end, it worked out well. Juhee and Jacob finally became husband and wife, like how everyone imagined and expected. But Juhee is not at all happy, neither is Jacob. “I remember, when I was five years old, you told me to only marry someone if I love them. In the end, it's you who took advantage of my love for you to fulfill your selfish desires. As much as I am hurt by this, Jacob must be going through the same. You didn't think about our life. You just care about yourself.” Juhee blamed him for everything.

We are both laying on the sofa. My eyes flutter from her question. "Well... I don't---" I hold up my thought. I can't be with her. She is already someone's wife and of all the people it's the actor that I loved so much. "No, I can't. No... Why did I allow this? This is a mistake." I flinch when she picked up a strand of my hair. "I'm sorry so sorry you have to be in this awkward situation... Since I'm a married woman." She finally broke the silence.

She scrambled out of bed and threw herself onto the floor, locking her arms around Chad's legs. "No! It's just because I love you too much! I was jealous that Caitlin got to have your baby! I couldn't control myself, Chad! Please forgive me just this once! You told me before that no matter what I did wrong, you'd always protect me!" Chad looked down at the woman he had favored for an entire year. A sudden wave of nausea hit him. For the sake of this lying murderer, he had stripped away any chance of survival for his wife and child.

And when everything was over, he stood at my grave and ended his own life with a bullet. That memory burned in my mind. I pushed the tray aside and rose to my feet. "Mom, I want to marry Robert Black." The teacup in her hand slipped, shattering on the floor. "Via, do you even hear yourself? That man is disfigured, violent, and cruel. You cannot ruin your life over a fit of spite!" I met her gaze, firm and unwavering. "I love him. I want no one else but him." Silence suffocated the room. My mother let out a long, weary sigh. "Very well. This is your choice. But you are my daughter, and I won't let anyone mistreat you."

It's about my husband " I replied, my gaze didn't shift. "You're playing in deep water, Elena. Your husband's shadow is over half the city. What are you looking for?" "My husband is hiding something way big," I answered, he stared deep into my eyes, I knew he had questions, about how my perfect marriage that I had painted wasn't so perfect but I gave no room for small talks , Then, shifting gears, I narrowed my eyes at him. "And while we're talking about secrets—when are you going to introduce me to your boyfriend?"

Imogen My husband cut open my body to save his first love, my sister, and thought I should be grateful for it. There's almost no difference between marriage and betting, I mean. Some people get lucky and marry a man who cherishes the shit out of them. And some… well, let's just say they end up marrying one who doesn't give a shit. I happened to belong in the latter situation. Except, my husband took the crown, having absolutely no problem cutting my body open to allow his first love, my sister, remain pretty.

We were planning the best honeymoon together, exploring exotic islands and experiencing new cultures. We really did love each other, with a deep and abiding passion that only grew stronger with each passing day. But now, Owens was gone, taken from me by the cruelty of Cage, who didn't even understand what love was, and had the audacity to think he could replace Owens as my husband even though it was just for the title. He still didn't deserve to be my husband.

I looked down, my fingers lightly caressing the slight swell of my tummy as bitterness welled up within me. Indeed, Vincent could use a coupon. Years ago, he had written me 99 love letters in hopes of getting me to date him. When he wrote me the hundredth letter, I was so moved by his dedication that I chose to be with him. On the day we got married, I turned the one hundred love letters he wrote me into one hundred love coupons to repay his dedication. We agreed that as long as the coupons didn't run out, I would unconditionally agree to whatever he asked of me.

“You weren’t that person for her? Mum didn’t love you? Then why did you two get married? You loved her? Yet you cheated on her? Oh, is that what love is to you? To-“ “Because she cheated on me first!” He raised his voice and suddenly joined me on my feet. “Because your mum cheated on me! That’s the reason I cheated back. That’s the reason my life became like this!” “What nonsense-“ “Your mum was my first love but I wasn’t her first love,” he continued. “And even after getting married to me, she couldn’t forget her first love. So she kept hanging out with him. They kept on meeting up. Time after time and eventually-“

“Why did you cheat? I mean, I get the fact that your love for her fade away, but why her sister? Why didn’t you tell her personally or file a divorce rather than stabbing her from the back? If you don’t love, then break up, don’t cheat,” “Her sister, Christina, was my first love. I had a crush on her. But I ended marrying Celestine, my wife. Celestine was the best wife a man could ever have, but I don’t know why. Something is lacking about her that I find it Christina. Ar first, it was a one-night stand between us. I thought it wouldn’t happen again, but we craved for one another, and we keep on doing what we shouldn't be. And now, here is the prize for our worldly cravings,” he sobbed. “Do