Novel & Cerita My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me

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.

My son, when i held him, kissed him, smelled him, before i gave him to my sister to be his mother. I'll have to accept my fate, because what i had wasn't supposed to be mine in the first place, now I'll live with the bitter consequences of the choice i made the day i offered myself to be Lore Cavannaugh's wife and fell madly in love with him without realizing, and then choosing to let that love consume me without holding back.

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.

His hands trembled as he reached for mine, but I stepped back. “I swear my love was real,” he said desperately. “The pressure was there, yes. My father made it clear that refusing would have consequences for Voss Holdings. But choosing you? That was mine. I fought for you. I still am.” I stared at him, the man I had once loved with every part of myself. The grief over Bean still lingered between us, raw and tender. But this new truth — the confirmation that our marriage had been partially purchased — felt like the final fracture.

I thought he would look at me and realize how cruel he had been. But he did not. Instead, he turned toward Liliana. “Come inside,” he said quietly. Liliana glanced at me once before she nodded. Damian wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her toward the cabin. Neither of them looked back. I stood there alone, humiliated and abandoned by my husband. The lake breeze brushed against my skin, but I barely felt it. My husband had chosen another woman, not only that. He had finally said what everyone else had been whispering from the beginning.

I turned to look at him. For a moment, I didn’t answer. I just stared at him. All I did was look at the man whom I called my husband. There was no love in his eyes towards me. Nothing that reminded me of the man I had stood across from years ago, promising forever like it actually meant something. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he muttered. I stepped out of the car without responding to him. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today?” he added as he came around to my side.

Instead, I found myself staring at the ceiling with a stupid smile threatening to appear every few minutes. I hated that. I really did. Because despite everything, despite the pain, despite the rejection, there was one truth I couldn't deny. For the first time since marrying Vincent Hale, I had actually felt wanted. The thought alone made my cheeks warm. Vincent was my first love. My first kiss. My first man. Before him, no one had ever touched my heart. Back then, I genuinely believed love could conquer anything. Reality had proven otherwise. Even our first time as husband and wife had been disappointing. It felt cold and mechanical. It was nothing like the romantic fantasy I had imagined a