My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me Novels & Stories

Since then, cracks began to appear in the marriage I had worked so hard to keep. I tolerated his behavior for the sake of Cooper. However, this time, Evan continued insisting on getting the coat for me only when it was Black Friday. It reminded me of the truth of my marriage for the past years. The husband who would plop himself down in front of the computer to play games right after coming home from work. My son, who detested me for being strict when disciplining him. Nothing seemed to be worth my effort anymore. Centering my life around Evan and Cooper was meaningless.

Egbert Smith didn't believe someone could change so quickly! "How is it possible? Erwin, are you planning to use this move to get my attention?” Egbert Smith was extremely disgusted. “How many times do I have to say it before you understand? I don't love you! In the past, marrying him was forced by the family. It was you who kept me and Hein apart for so long!” Erwin Wilson was speechless, he did not expect Egbert Smith's brain circuit to be so wonderful! He sneered inwardly. Egbert Smith was such a brainless, stupid man. Does he think he's the navel of the universe?

“I helped bring her here. I was the one who found her. I was the one who—” “And I’m her husband.” “And I knew her first.” I stared at him in disbelief. “That’s what this is about?” I hissed. “You think because you were there first, she belongs to you? You think you get to be here because of some expired claim on her life?” “She loved me,” he said softly. “Yeah. Loved. That's all in the past now. She loves me,” I shot back. “She married me. She chose me.” His eyes flickered.

When we hiked deep in the mountains that day, my husband’s first love, Cindy Pepper, and I were both bitten by venomous snakes. Only one of us could be saved. There was only one dose of the antidote in the first-aid kit. Whoever received it would have a chance of surviving. At that critical moment, my husband, Gary Sapien, who was the head of the emergency department, injected the antidote into Cindy Pepper without hesitation. He also gave her the only stretcher and the satellite phone. “Cindy has a heart condition. She won’t make it down the mountain. You work out all the time, and you’re in good shape. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait a little longer.” A torrential downpour cut

"Yeah, I do care about you a lot. After all, who made me fall in love with you first? Isn't there an old saying that whoever falls in love first loses? If one day, you're seduced by this vixen, I'll be truly powerless against you." As I hugged him back around the neck in a grumbling fashion, he suddenly became serious and asked me: "What if...what if I was seduced, Sam, what would you do?" "What else could I do? Leave? For your happiness?" As I spoke, I began to bite my lower lip. My heart was filled with frustration. This man was the one I had chosen, the one I had wholeheartedly fallen in love with, the one who had legally become my husband after we got our marriage certificate.

It was not long before my dad married his first love and my family life started to deteriorate. My dad only liked the children he had with his first love, and he always hated me because he saw me as proof that he had once betrayed his first love. I was miserable back then. Just when I was on the verge of breaking down and considering suicide, Shawn appeared. He held my hand and told me, "Sonia Zachman, be with me. I'll give you a home." I got into a relationship with him. In the second year of our relationship, I was meant to study abroad. However, my name did not appear on the application list for some reason. Shawn was even more anxious than I was, asking around if there was any way to fix

The nurse ended the call before Terence could finish his rant. She looked at me with shock as if to ask, ‘Is that really your husband?’ My lips stretched into a bitter smile. “Can I sign it myself? You heard how he—” Tears began to stream down my face. Once again, Terence had made it clear that despite being his wife, I meant nothing to him compared to his first love. The nurse looked at me sympathetically as I signed the consent form.

Martin proposed which earned a glare from me. But then he smiled at me, telling me he had things under control. On the other hand, my father seemed to be considering Martin’s words and I had to make him decide. “Father…” I whined, going behind his desk, I took his hand and shook it a little. “Martin is my first husband and I loved him so much. He was my first love.” “When I found out it was all a misunderstanding, I realized I still loved him.” I glanced at Martin, to see his eyes twinkling in happiness.

Maxwell asked in curiosity, his gaze strained on me. My mouth closed and opened with no words. “And I don’t get why you keep saying he couldn’t say that, are you guys not married because of love?” “I did. We married because of love. But my husband is not big on affection, if you know what I mean. So it was shocking when I found out he’d said that.” I mentally stroked my head in the smooth way I answered him. No stutter, no hint that every word I’d said was a lie.

Rowoon’s soft breathing filled the room, a comforting reminder of everything they’d built together. This was it. This was their home. Their lives. “I love you,” Alessa whispered, looking at him, “I love too, my love”. And thus concludes the tale of "My Husband Hates Me," a journey that began with hate but blossomed into a story of love. ~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~ END *@*@* If you guys want I can write another story about their son Roowon but the story will be completly different than this story.