The Wife He Never Chose Novels & Stories

I stepped closer, my presence towering, my voice dropping into something sharp and unforgiving. He was silenced for a short while, and his wife, on the other hand, stared at us like a pathetic coward—unable to stand up for herself. “For how long do you think will you love a woman like her?” he asked. “She is neither as beautiful as Emma, or as socially inclined as her mother, or as business-minded as me. She is nothing exceptional—an average child born in a family who needs no such things.” If only he’s not her father, he’s already dropped dead. “For as long as she lets me,” I said, my tone final, my meaning crystal clear. “Because she’s generous enough to choose me.”

Keep watching him drift further away while I stood still, hoping he would turn back. “I just wanted him to choose me,” I said softly. “Without pressure. Without tricks.” Her expression softened then. “Eva,” she said gently, “you have already been chosen. You are his wife. The problem is that he has forgotten what responsibility looks like.” My stomach tightened. “This is not a good idea, he will make him angry.” “He will survive,” she said smoothly. “I do not want to provoke him,” I said quickly. “The last thing I want is to push him further away.”

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

He continued, "Emma, who would be so available to a colleague? Who would do everything a couple is supposed to do with a colleague? Who would keep ditching her man for a colleague? Answer me, Emma. Do you really just see me as a colleague?" Emma froze at his words. Had she really crossed so many lines? "No wonder Nathan wants to leave me. I'm such an idiot!" Emma slapped herself hard. Heartbroken, Keegan rushed forward to grab her hand. "Don't touch me!" Emma yelled, shoving him away. "I only love Nathan. He'll always be my husband," she said coldly. Keegan's face crumpled in sadness. "Emma, do I—" Before he could finish, Emma grabbed her suitcase and walked out without a second glance.

“Because I didn't know!” He stared at her. “How long have you known?” He asked, his voice became colder. “I found out when Mike showed us the photograph.” “And before that?” “I didn't know anything.” He shook his head. “I trusted you.” Her eyes began to water. “I brought you into my life,” he continued. “I made you my wife.” “Ivan.” “And all this time, you were looking into my parents' deaths?” “This is my first time doing this, and I'm only trying to prove that my father didn't do it.”

There was nothing else to say. The driver opened the door again. Rowan gestured. “After you.” She stepped in. As the car pulled away, Elara looked out the window and let the reality settle—not dramatically, not painfully. Just fully. She was officially his wife. Not because of love. Not because of fate. But because she had chosen this—with clarity, with control, with her eyes open. And the city did not pause to acknowledge it. Neither did she. They drove on, separate even now, bound by ink and law and silence.

It also didn't help that I was without a wolf. But I knew it was pointless. I was tired of begging to be chosen. Because he would never choose me. After all, with a threat of divorce, I immediately became an obedient wife to him. He had me wrapped around his finger. I moved to the window, watching as he made his way to his car and my blood ran cold when I saw a girl step out of it. He had already made his decision before even informing me. I was so stupid. He glanced up at the window, knowing that I was watching, and kissed the lady deeply, his hands grabbing her ass. I choked out a sob but I couldn't look away. I wanted that to be me. Why couldn't he choose me?

"Stop kidding yourself! We got married because of a promise, not love. I thought Elliot couldn't accept you. Turns out, you're the one who couldn't accept him. This is the only way to make it right." Seeing Randall about to lose everything, his parents softened. "For the sake of all these years as a family, forgive him this once. Please." "Yeah, he really does love you." Olivia looked at them, and for a brief second, she thought of Elliot's mom. She had once promised that woman she would take care of Elliot for the rest of her life. She had called her "Mom" and meant it. In the end, she was the one who got her killed. Olivia's voice turned colder. "That's enough. I'm divorcing him. He doesn'

“Scarlett, I wanted to apologize on behalf of Grandpa Hartley for the words he used on you that night during family dinner. As you know, his stroke affected his speech. Otherwise, he would have apologized himself.” “That's thoughtful of you, Marianne.” Nathan suddenly burst out laughing as though he had lost his mind. “Is nobody going to ask the obvious question, or are we all going to ignore the fact that a man just walked into this wedding and claimed Scarlett was his wife?” His gaze landed on Adrian. “Are you not eager to get to the bottom of this, or do you simply not care that you’re holding another man's wife in your arms?” Even if the whole family had wanted to overlook the matter, I

He never loved her. He never chose her. And he never believed she could leave. For three years, Elena played the perfect wife to Adrian the cold, powerful billionaire who married her only because their families demanded it. She cooked for him. Waited for him. Supported him and loved him quietly. But Adrian never treated her like a wife. His family constantly humiliated her, while his childhood sweetheart, Sophia, slowly found her way back into his life. The final blow comes when Elena discovers Adrian is planning to publicly announce Sophia as the woman he wants by his side. That night, Elena removes her wedding ring and places it on the table. “I’m done begging for a pl