My Second Chance Came With A Better Man Novels & Stories

“You said that last time too.” My heart skipped. “I know,” Liam replied. “But I can’t let what happened before happen again.” Before? The other man sighed. “Then stop standing around and fix it,” he said. “In your previous life you failed her.” My breath caught. “In this life,” the man continued, “you have a second chance.” My blood ran cold as Liam spoke again. “I won’t make the same mistake.” The world suddenly felt like it tilted. Second chance…previous life. My heart pounded violently.

She pulled back slightly, staring at me as if I had just told her the most unbelievable thing. "What are you talking about? Didn't you bury your husband less than a month ago?" "It’s not like I went searching for someone, Mom. It just happened,” I quickly explained. “I have a second chance, mate." For a moment, it was as if she didn’t fully grasp what I had said until I nudged her gently "How...?" she whispered, almost to herself. Tears welled up in her eyes. She reached for my hand and squeezed it. "That’s a good thing. You won’t suffer like I did."

If they knew, they would only push me into attending another second-chance evening. I had once made the mistake of going. The set-up resembled human speed dating: women seated at tables while men moved from one to the next. The difference was that we wolves spent those five minutes holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, searching for a connection. Once past the age of thirty, the mate bond is no longer overwhelming, though faint traces of it can still be found. No one truly knows what those ‘hints’ are, as they manifest differently for everyone. That evening had been the longest and most uncomfortable of my life.

I winced. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I can stop—” “No,” I said quickly, surprising myself. “Please… stay.” She paused, then continued. “I used to think things would get better once I was claimed,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But here… being claimed just means you’re used up in a prettier room.” I swallowed hard, the knot in my throat threatening to choke me. “I wasn’t supposed to be here,” I murmured. “I was Luna. A wife and he said he loved me.”

It was weird to think he had been willing to give all this up, the chance to be with someone who turned him on like this, someone who he wanted as much as they wanted him. He slid down until he was settled between Ash’ legs and began to unfasten his trousers, smirking when he found his husband decide to forgo undergarments that day. “But now, here I am. In bed with the most beautiful person in England, if not the world. Here I am with the man I will be privileged to call my husband for the rest of my days. A man whose beauty puts everyone else to shame.” Pulling off the remainder of Ash clothing, Adom shook his head, unable to believe his luck.

I reached for a pair of scissors from my drawer and carefully cut a slit up the side, adding just the right amount of daring to the outfit. After admiring my handiwork, I quickly jumped into the shower. The water was refreshingly cold against my skin, waking up every nerve in my body. I wasn’t nervous—no, this was an opportunity. A man like Mihir could change my life. He had power, influence, and more money than I could ever dream of. If I played my cards right, I could secure a future for myself. Once I was out of the shower, I glanced at my phone and saw a missed call from Heather, followed by a text.

“You talked to my mom didn’t you? She gave you this ring to give to me. I can’t believe you did this for me. I love you.” “So is that a yes? Are you going to be my wife?” “Yes! A thousand times yes!” That night had been what was supposed to be the beginning of our lives together. One week later we were supposed to be leaving town and become man and wife. One person’s jealousy and vindictiveness ruined it all. I know have my second chance at love with the first and only love of my life, Holden Matthews. Present Day

You're not fit to be a mom! He hung up before I could say anything. I called the repair shop and asked them to pull the dashcam footage from my car. … I arrived at the courthouse first thing the next morning, right on time. Just as I was about to cross the intersection, I ran into Vera. Her eyes immediately went to my belly, and she put on a dramatic expression. "Oh no, you lost the baby? What a shame. Then again, with a mom who can't hold onto a man, that kid never stood a chance. Even if it had been born, it would've just been a fatherless orphan—"

When the meeting was over, Page was left in her office with Mr Simon. Simon was a man who had keen eyes for women. He liked his women, curvy and sexy. Changing them as he changed socks, he banged a different woman every two days, making it extremely hard to please him, his hunger for more almost insatiable. He was a casanova, a wickedly talented womanizer. Once, she had almost fallen for him but withdrew when she uncovered those not-so-pleasing-to-hear things about him.

“But people look up to you while they look down on me. I fooled around with women and I don’t want to pull you down with me.” After everything that I did, even after I hurt him the way I did, he still put me first before him. I don’t understand why I even ran away from this perfect man. It’s my turn to give back, to show him how much he means to me. I’m one damn lucky stubborn girl to have a second chance with this man. “Stop…” I pulled my hand from his hold and reached for his face. My thumb rested on his lips, gliding, feeling him. “Let me make that decision for myself.”