My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me Novels & Stories

"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.

With everything in place the next morning, I went live. I talked about how I paid off Hank’s debts, how we built RH’s Table together, our marriage, and his tragic passing on our wedding anniversary. By the end, I was inconsolable, my face pale. The public was touched by our love story. [It has been ten years since my first love got sick and passed away. I’m still not over it. It hurts when I think about it. I understand how she feels.]

"But fate cannot make you love him. Only you can. Loving that man is a choice. It doesn't happen when the moon goes through its phases, it happens because you choose to love him. It's a choice you'll have to make every day for the rest of your life." She reached across the table and took my hand in hers. "That is why I asked you to wait for marriage. Because marriage is a vow to love and cherish forever. Tell me, do you love Adam even when he becomes jealous? Do you love him when he is angry? How about if he were hurt? Would you love him even if he were not an Alpha?" I didn't answer her. "That is marriage. That man downstairs lying in that hospital bed is my husband. I choose to love that m

If his penis hadn't raised its head to remind him, Roger would not have regained consciousness. Roger is famous as the rich billionaire of AL. He has made love to many women, but no one can make Roger feel as nostalgic as Aretha. Aretha was the first woman to make love to Roger and make him miss the feeling for three years. During those three short years, Roger made love to countless women, but none could give him as much satisfaction as Aretha. And now, Aretha once again appeared in front of Roger. He swore he wouldn't let Aretha run away again.

” But, Charlotte! “ What now?" She said in annoyance. “ Shouldn't you hear his explanation? At least you should -" “ About what? Saying that it was a one-time mistake or his lover came after years alive, he felt overwhelmed. You know, I was mentally prepared that if one day, he finds his first love that he can't forget, I will accept and silently divorce him as he wish. After all, love is hard to give up.” She sobs and then speaks her pain out of her heavy heart more.

When my father took my hand and gave me away to him, his eyes were rimmed deep with red. My mother sat in the audience, crying and laughing at once. Looking at him, I suddenly remembered how, years ago, I’d believed marriage was a desperate, all-or-nothing gamble. But only now did I understand. Real love doesn’t ask me to betray all of myself. And it doesn’t ask me to prove my sincerity through suffering. In the third year of our marriage, I gave birth to a daughter. The doctors said that, given the state of my body, conceiving again at all had been no small thing.

At eight months pregnant, Esther Rivera went to the mall to buy a duffle bag and stock up on supplies she would need when she went into labor. She was once again mistaken for a mistress and was assaulted by Summer Moreno. To protect the baby in her belly, she could not fight back at all. Summer grabbed her hair and slapped her several times, even nearly tearing off her clothes. At her wit’s end, Esther called the police. Both of them were taken to the police station. Each of them claimed to be Jasper Clarke’s wife The police officer, John Hayward, called Jasper to verify the truth. When Jasper learned about this, he went to the police station. Summer swiftly took out a mirror to touc

"Rosa...." "I'm not asking to hurt you, sweetheart. I'm asking because I think you already know the answer, and you've been avoiding saying it out loud." She reached across the table, covering my hand the way she always did. "You almost kissed him in that storm. You've been sending him messages at midnight that have nothing to do with flowers or seating charts. Your husband isn't a fool. He's just finally paying attention." I pulled my hand back slightly, stung. "So what am I supposed to do? Just let this marriage keep hollowing me out because it's the responsible choice?"

My wife, Monica, hated the smell of alcohol, so I had never once seen her drink. Not even at the celebration for my succession as Don did she touch a single drop. That changed at a Family banquet, when a party game broke out halfway through. Monica lost. The penalty: sit on the lap of your one true love and share a lovers' toast. Without a second of hesitation, she picked up her glass, settled onto Dillon's lap, and drank it down. The room erupted in cheers, and every pair of eyes turned to me with the same expectation. They were waiting for me to flip the table and storm out. But I just watched Monica in silence, slid the ring off my finger, and placed a set of divorce papers in front of he

At my son Dominic Hatfield's first birthday party, he actually chooses a paintbrush as his gift. Everyone falls dead silent, carefully watching my reaction. Fearing I might get too emotional and hurt Dominic, my good friend, Ruben Tanner, hurriedly carries him aside. Then he lowers his voice and tries to talk me down. "Max, it's Dominic's first birthday party today. Whatever you do, don't get angry. "You just recovered from a serious illness not long ago and didn't recuperate properly—your body's been run down for three or four months, and you still haven't bounced back. "You're in a fragile state, so you can't afford to get worked up. Besides, Carla's already blocked Fred and hasn't