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I said. “Really? But if I’m not wrong, you talked about attending any reunion from your high school because of your first love. Don’t you still want to see him? Because you’re married?” Hillary probed. I couldn’t look Hillary in the face. How could I tell her everything was complicated? My first love turned out to be my husband now. “Why? Why are you so deep in thought about it?” she pressed. I sighed and forced a smile as I turned to her. “I’ll think carefully about it tonight. I should drop you guys off at home,” I suggested.

Because the fact that he was willing to leave me alone to go to his damn first love does not change anything. We reached a nearby corner, and Alex stepped out, hailing a cab with urgency. I watched him go, my heart breaking a little more with each step he took away from me. The car started moving again, the hospital not far away now. I leaned back, closing my eyes, trying to block out the pain, but it was impossible. The physical wounds were nothing compared to the emotional agony ripping through me. I was his wife, but in moments like this, it was clear where his priorities lay. Aubrey Chen would always be his first love, and I was just the woman he had married. The thought was bitter, and

ALENA No matter how much I tried to picture myself with Axel, it didn't add up. My husband's face popped up in the picture. He was the first man I ever loved. He gave me my first kiss, my first orgasm, and my first physical intimacy with a man. Despite all the fights and messed-up feelings, he was an amazing man. I couldn't ask for more. My love was enough for both of us. He didn't have to love me back. My life without him was just a mess. I needed him.

I sighed loudly, as h told him how much I loved him, forever isn’t an easy thing to decide but i wanted it with him. He was my better half, he completed. I knew it for the first time when my heart beat for him, that he was the one for me. And it was one of those ordinary tales where i married my first love. We were and are imperfectly perfectly made for each other. We exchanged rings and we did leave happily ever after, until my husband died a few days later.. I am kidding. We did leave happily ever after, we are still figuring out the after tho. THE END……

“I never said it was love at first sight though I already liked you when we were on Swiped. I realized my feelings when I got to know you better and we spent our days every day. Your sweetness. Your kindness. Your goodness is something that made me fall for you, dammit.” “You already know I cannot love someone else.” “Bullshit. I already knew late. Sometimes, you’re an asshole, you know that? You are hurting me right now because you know I loved you.” “I am not hurting you, but was only telling you the truth, kitten.” “It’s okay for you that you will lose your inheritance as long as I will not tell your family of your obsession with Eden?” I swallowed down my frustration. No matter what I do

"Choose me. Choose our marriage. Choose happiness over revenge." I stared at my husband, this incredible man who wanted to give me everything, who claimed he loved me despite my flaws. And I realized with horror that I couldn't make that choice. "I need some air," I whispered. I walked out onto the balcony, leaving Julian alone in our honeymoon suite with the terrible knowledge that his wife might be too damaged to choose love over hatred. Three days married, and I might have already destroyed the best thing that ever happened to me.

She gave him her cold stare. “You leave me no choice.” She replied as she walked towards the door, leaving him for real. Good bye, Ibrahim. People often say that first love is unforgettable. I met this man when I was very young, and I don't even understand what love is. I just happened to know that! I liked him, and I wished to see him again one day. God granted my wish, and I met him. He made me love him, and then he broke my heart. He is my husband. Oh, no, he was.

Madison was slumped weakly on the floor, her face pale. When the soldiers went to handcuff her, she shrieked and burst into tears. “I was wrong, Conway! Can you please forgive me? I made a mistake! We’ve been married for so long, and you love me, don’t you? Are you really going to do this to me?” She lunged at me, trying to wrap herself around my legs, but the soldiers stopped her. “Lucas needs his mother! Let me go for his sake!” I looked down at Lucas. He had buried his face in my chest, and his body was shaking.

"What kind of relationship did they have?" "What kind of husband doesn't care when his wife disappears?" Mark muttered. Their words wrapped around my ghost like chains, heavy with truth. Mark would worry about a stranger's corpse but never spared a thought for his missing wife. When Emma had first returned to town, he had dropped everything to help her settle in. But now he suspected my disappearance was just another trick to get his attention. Perhaps I should never have married him. This was Emma's place in his heart, not mine. The love that should have been mine had already been given to her years ago.

"No, she was very dear to me, she was innocent. I wanted to save her but I couldn’t. That time, I didn’t know anything. After that I left the mission and left from there. I couldn’t stay so long there. This was the reason when I left you. I don’t want to lose you too. I was afraid.” It was being said and then after the last word he was silent and there was an unusual silence between them. "Did you love this girl?" When she asked again, he laughed. "I don't know. At that time, I didn't even know what love is. And what are you asking?" He patted her head and said. He was the first man in the world who was talking about his fifteen hundred years old love to his wife. And she was the first wife