My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“See? Your husband is on my side. He loves me!” She threw herself into Mark’s arms with an expression full of satisfaction. I was tempted to expose her lies but decided to walk away instead. However, she blocked my path and refused to let me leave. With a sneer, she taunted me, “Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you upset because your husband doesn’t love you?” Seeing her so full of herself, I could not hold back any longer.

Today, I decided to cook my husband's favorite dish. I always enjoyed pleasing him and taking care of our marriage. I wanted him to know how much I loved him and how happy I was that he married me. We got married right after college, and we had been together for five years. My husband, Jason Davies, a billionaire, was somewhat distant and indifferent to me, but I was fighting every day to win his heart. I thought I was making progress until that fateful day, when everything fell apart.

Keith stopped in his tracks, his hand hanging as I held on tight to his sleeve, hesitating to go deeper with my earlier question. I breathed, urging myself to go on, "That's not what I meant." I felt his hand twitch and that was all I needed. I let go and he walked out without a word to me. Keith is my husband. I should trust his love for me. It wouldn't fade on the sight of his first love, right?...

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.

The last trace of light fell across his face, just like it had years ago, when I first fell in love with him. His tears soaked my pajamas. It was as if he were trying to pour out every ounce of love he had suppressed for so long. However, that love had been twisted by hatred and buried under his own obsession. He only dared to admit it after I was gone. How absurd. We loved each other, yet we tortured each other, until death finally parted us. Here he was, holding what was left of me and weeping in pain, while I could not even offer him an embrace.

He was letting me look through the window of his soul, to see every broken part of him. He was letting me see that he loved me. “You're the first person I chose to open up to. The first person I chose to love” he rested his forehead on mine. His eyes were squeezed tightly. “You'll be the only one Calista. You're my wife. Till death do us part.” My eyes fogged. My heart swelled. I kissed the side of his face, he caught my lips, and kissed me back with the passion only one in love could possess.

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."