Novel & Cerita My Husband Chose His First Love Over Me

Come home with me, please. For the first time, someone as proud as Eanes was speaking to me in such a humble, pleading tone. But instead of feeling any sense of satisfaction, I just felt annoyed. "Eanes, I don't love you anymore. Also, I'm not going to make the same mistake twice." "You used to be deeply in love with me! There's no way you just stopped loving me overnight. The only reason you wanted a divorce was because you couldn't stand Yasmine. If you still mind her, you still love me!" Eanes was eager to justify himself.

Adaline pauses and takes another deep sigh. “I thought that was it, I thought it was over but then, he did the unexpected. He rejected his mate for me, that was the height of his love, nothing could top it and the following week, we got married with a promise not to touch me until I got my wolf and rejected my own mate for him. Well, the short story goes like this.

“He is the same as the rest of the team. They all have their roster.” “Not Ben. He loves me and won’t cheat on me.” I said firmly, narrowing my eyes at her to dare her to speak against him again. “And my husband loves me, but we are only one part of their lives, a small part of it. Their first love is hockey, and trust me, the world of hockey loves them right back.” Sierra glanced over my shoulder at the window overlooking the backyard, but I didn’t follow her gaze. I was more focused on the sadness that came over her face as she stared at her husband.

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

But my husband has some deranged concept of loyalty to Enzo. It only solidifed what ever notions I had for Enzo. He was extremely dangerous exactly because of that. My husband even after being an experienced and successful person still hadn't been able to shirk of his devotion to a mafia leader. Why would my husband even care for what happens to a criminal? I know why because my husband was saved as a young adult by that heinous man. Once you love someone that young you could hardly forget it. I still wanted an approval from my family and they didn't deserve even a single drop of the tears I shed for them. I know I have this undying loyalty for them even now because first love dies hard. My

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.

How could I feel nothing as life and death separated us? “Marco, this time, it really is goodbye.” With the Don dead, chaos erupted around the room. I reached into Marco’s jacket, took the key, unlocked my handcuffs, and walked out without looking back. Now, I was truly free, and I would live my life, just like I had promised. I returned to the research base and never remarried. Love was a riddle with no solution. I had seen it myself. For the rest of my life, there would only be science and the distant horizons waiting ahead.