The Wife He Never Chose Novels & Stories

"While Lyara is becoming one of the most powerful women in Sterling City, you still look like a man trying to remember where he parked." The air went thin. I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell him that Ashworth Heights was not a place you lost overnight, that influence bled out slowly, that I was still fighting. But the truth was in his eyes, and he knew I knew it. "Another family approached me last week," Phillips said. "Old money. New tech. Their son is thirty, clean record, and he doesn't have to explain to the press why his ex-wife now signs his paychecks. He is far more suitable for Lila than you will ever be again,"

"The arrangement was always for you to marry Miguel Antonio. That was the deal we struck with his family. A wife is a wife, Mara. It doesn't matter which sister he gets. The merger goes through either way." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A wife is a wife?" I whispered. "Mother, he doesn't want me. He wanted Clara. This entire marriage is built on a lie, on deception. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to wake up every morning next to a man who didn't choose me, who thought he was getting someone else?"

"Rule number one: Discretion in public. As of next Saturday, you are my wife. When we leave these gates, you will play the role of a devoted, flawless bride. You smile for the cameras, you attend the galas, and you keep your mouth shut about how this marriage came to be. If the press asks, we fell in love. If my associates ask, you worship the ground I walk on. Any slip, any rumor, any subtle act of rebellion in front of an audience, and the contract is breached." I swallowed hard, my knuckles turning white beneath the table. "You want me to act like a brainless, adoring trophy." "I want you to act like Vance," he corrected coldly. He raised a second finger. "Rule number two: Non-interferenc

Before the wedding, the coordinator, Rachel Bennett, called me. "Ms. Lane, we tailored the suit to the groom's measurements. Are you sure you want us to change the size?" "Yes," I said. "The groom's changed." My wedding to Caleb was two days away. I'd chosen the venue, designed the invitations, and picked out both my dress and his suit on my own. Every time I tried to involve Caleb in the planning, he only got annoyed. "You know I'm not into all the ceremony. "Don't bother me with this little stuff." Then yesterday, I found an old proposal video on his computer. It was five hours long. Four of those hours showed Caleb painstakingly setting everything up himself. For the final hour, he excite

"You didn't have to." "I said only that Damian could have married almost any woman he chose." Her voice remained soft. "Women of standing. Women with clear histories, who would not bring a husband and a custody dispute and a daughter who will, whether you like it or not, always be Ethan's child. So I find myself wondering why he would choose the one whose previous marriage is still unresolved." I thought of a dozen answers. Most of them were cruel. A few were true. But the truest one was the one I could not say, because I did not know it.

She wore his ring. She carried his name. She shared his home. But she never had his heart. Evelyn Hart never dreamed of marrying a man who could give her everything except love. But when life left her with no other choice, she accepted a marriage proposal from Adrian Blackwood, a powerful billionaire whose heart belonged to another woman. Their marriage was built on an agreement, not affection. For Adrian, Evelyn was simply the woman who carried his surname — someone he was obligated to keep by his side, but never someone he intended to love. He made his rules clear: she must never question him, never interfere, and never expect him to be the husband she needed. Evelyn agreed, convi

I was sure he was not having any party or maybe he kept a family function from me again! I took a step forward when a woman with a foxy hairstyle, beaming with smiles, walked up to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, which he returned ON THE LIPS! I lowered my shoulders, disappointed, shuffled my feet towards him and said, " Happy Married life. " The lady beside him stopped me and said in a low pitched tone, " Not yet. " Woah! I was furious. Did this woman just secretly throw a shade at me? I turned to stare at Jesse. He was shocked, but he could not move from his spot. Rather, he behaved like he did not know me from Adam.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, we have no other choice.” “I choose her. Save my wife Kennedy.” *** The memory of the day Will’s world turned upside down would forever remain vivid in his mind as yet another night he woke to find the bed cold and empty beside him. She didn’t understand, she couldn’t fathom the decision he’d come to when faced with the impossible choice, in her mind, she was certain she would be his last choice, but when she’d woke from her slumber and found out the truth she realized there was, after all, a way the man she called her husband could break her heart even when she knew he didn’t love her.

He never said those three words to me. Not when we got married or when I gave birth to noah not after in the years that had passed or when we slept together . He held himself back through the entire duration of our marriage . We were married but he refused to let go of his ex The love of his life.The woman he has refused to let go for ten long years. Tears fill my eyes but I quickly rub it away.I was tired of crying Tired of chasing after a man that didn't want me. Has anyone ever told you it's rude listen to other people's conversations?

Aiden looked back at Harry, and Harry couldn't help but share a look at Noah before looking back at his father. Noah lowered her eyes with a thought—he might choose his father when a hand wrapped around her shoulder while making her look. "I choose my wife!" As soon as Harry announced his decision, a tear dropped down her cheek; she couldn't help but smile. Victoria and Merry looked at each other with happiness—they were scared for a second while watching her father lose his thoughts. Mr. Aiden gulped in pain as his heart ached while seeing his son, choosing his wife, over him.