The Wife He Never Chose Novels & Stories

“Don't you feel ashamed? You were married to that woman, yet you never knew her well enough to recognize her when she returned. Her full name was Shirley Evelyn Miller. Even if her face had changed beyond recognition, you should have known who she was. You should have remembered her name, her mannerisms, the things she cared about. You should have known your own wife.” Damien's shoulders slumped. He had no defence. Every word his father spoke brought back another memory of the woman he had failed to understand. He had known her as his wife, yet he had never bothered to learn who she was beyond the role he expected her to play. Theodore's voice grew heavier. “You wanted to question me, but be

“You won’t have to.” Vivienne Shaw was in custody. She had acted alone and threats were finished. I kissed Elena’s hair and let myself believe the door had closed. Then she lifted her head and looked at me with an expression I could not immediately read. “There’s one thing I need to know,” she said softly. “What?” Her fingers rested against my shirt, right over my heart. “When women from your past look at this marriage and decide it should have been them. What would you do in that kind of situation?”

I answered cautiously. “Hello?” A young male voice spoke. “Mrs. Blackwell, my name is Thomas Reed. I’ve been waiting for you to find me.” My heart began to race. “Do you know where my son is?” “I know where Daniel is. But before I tell you, you need to understand something about your father.” “What?” The man paused. “Daniel isn’t the first child your family lost.” I looked at the photograph again. “Then who is the boy in this picture?” Thomas lowered his voice. “That’s your father’s first grandson, Elena. And he is the reason your husband was never supposed to marry you.”

They hurried downstairs and reached the parking area without encountering anyone. Once outside, Richard stopped beside an old car. “Get in.” Amelia hesitated. “I'm not going anywhere until you explain what you meant when you said Alexander wasn't supposed to be my husband.” Richard looked exhausted. “Your marriage to Alexander was never part of the arrangement.” “What arrangement?” “Your mother and Victoria made an agreement many years ago. They wanted to settle a dispute between our families, but things changed when you and Alexander became close.” Amelia stared at him.

Stop with the suspense already" " You have already met her. She is Emily and I choose her to be my wife" he said noticing the look on his mother's face.

“Didn’t look that way last night.” “Oh, I’m sure you felt victorious. Seeing headlines spin. Thinking, finally, you’d be clear to step in. But here’s the thing,” I move closer, “James and I are married. I’m his wife. I’m Mrs. Hale. Something you’ve never been, and you never will be, with him.” “Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?” “He loved you once, maybe. But you were a phase. You were what his family wanted. I was the one he chose when no one else approved. The one he might choose again. But he will never choose you, not as his wife.”

Marriage day, Viren was standing in front of the mirror in white sherwani. He was wearing a watch while thinking about his life. He always dreamed of marrying Kiara, he always thinks that his marriage day was the happiest day of his life but his dream got crushed when Kiara refused to marry him. And after that he decided not to marry anyone but now he has to marry Pia who was totally opposite to the girl he likes. After knowing her for a few days, he understands she is childish and talkative in nature. He was one who talks very little while she did not get tired of talking. He sighed, not understanding how he would spend all his life with her. They were poles apart. Composing himself, he too

“She is my wife.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one I have,” he said, and his tone raised to coldness again. “And if you came here hoping I’d say I regret marrying her, you’re going to leave disappointed.” Nuela's face fell. “So you’re choosing her?” “I’m choosing not to be the man Alonzo and his other brother expects me to be,” he said. “To join them and treat my wife like an object, like weapons and not a partner."

With an expression of rare vulnerability, he murmured, “Cheyenne, I know everything now... It was my fault. Please forgive me, okay? We... we can have another child.” I abruptly lifted my head. What a trivial, dismissive statement to gloss over the pain of losing my child. I raised my hand and delivered a resounding slap across his face. “Weren’t you always so devoted to Queenie? I’ve given you your freedom. I won’t interfere with you two anymore. Get out and don’t sully my home.” He grabbed my hand in desperation. “It’s not like that... I just—She’s just—” I interrupted coldly, fed up with his excuses, “Just your sister, right? Then, why did you choose me, a woman who looks so much like her

Waiting for him always hurts more. My phone suddenly dinged. I sucked in a sharp breath and looked down at my phone. Nothing. It was just a notification. I felt stupid. I pressed my lips together hard. “I’m his wife,” I whispered. “He’ll come.” But even as I said it, i didn’t believe myself. Because I had always known. I had never been the woman he chose first. My phone rang suddenly. I gasped and nearly dropped it. “Lucas?” I answered, my voice too fast, too hopeful.