Novel & Cerita The Wife He Never Chose

“You took Kelly and ran to another country, Sallie. Don’t you think that’s a bit dramatic?” “Dramatic?” I echoed, a bitter laugh escaping my throat. “I left a cheating husband, Andrew. There’s nothing dramatic about getting away from you.” “I’m tired of hearing about that,” he said, his tone shifting into genuine irritation. “Most importantly, I need you to look at the bigger picture. I provided for you. I treated you and our daughter well." he paused, I could hear him pacing from the other end. "I gave you a comfortable, luxury life. I only had another woman outside the marriage. Why would you destroy our family over that? It makes no sense.”

He looked like a man who had just watched his wife die and come back to life in the span of five minutes. "I really owe your wife for saving my wife's life tonight," Antonio said. His voice was thick. Grateful. Heavy with something that went beyond business. "I never knew you were married to such a medical genius." Medical genius. Philip almost flinched. Rita was no medical genius. He had never seen her do anything medical in three years of marriage. The only place she had ever been efficient was the kitchen. The bedroom. The quiet corners of his house where he kept her.

I stood beside him until he became the family’s heir. Then, the night before, I learned about the Donna selection list. Twelve women. One ring. I was only a candidate, and my score was lower than Bianca’s. Bianca took back her phone. “He has spent quite a few nights at my place this month. A Donna candidate has to prove she knows how to satisfy the future Don.” I reached for an unsigned investment contract on my desk. “You are gentler than I am,” I said. “You suit him better.”

From the time I was 22 until I turned 30, Brianna Everly and I had a wedding every year. The only thing we never had was a marriage certificate. She said she was afraid of marriage, terrified that we'd end up like her parents. So I gave her eight years to prepare herself—until our eighth wedding, when Brianna showed up in the wrong wedding dress. It looked just like the wedding dress she'd always worn for our ceremonies, except for one detail. The name embroidered along the neckline wasn't mine. It was my best friend, Leon Stratford's. I was about to confront Brianna when my brother, Dominic Sterling, grabbed my arm. "Harrison, it's been eight years. What's the point of digging into it no

And his voice was foreign, deep and earnst. And I lose it. "It's never going to be okay. Nothing is ever going to be okay, Daniel." My voice was ragged and desperate. "Why are you here? I don't need you. Just go on and ignore me, like you always do. You don't owe me anything, anyway. I mean nothing to you." His hold tightened around me, and the anger veins were back on his neck. "You're my wife." I shook my head, angry tears sliding down my eyes. "The wife you never chose and never wanted."

The words kept repeating in my head over and over again. The most horrible words I had ever heard in my life. Wife! Wife! Wife! I’m his wife! The words coming out of the bitch’s mouth made my stomach coil. When had this happen? What did she mean wife? His wife! No ! No! No she couldn’t be his wife that position would be filled by me and me only. He didn’t love her, he probably didn’t want anything to do with her. I was the one he loved me, I’d be the one to wear his ring, I needed to, I had to at no matter the cost. Had the whore been telling the truth? I didn’t see any announcements about the place saying that they were. I knew Phil had just tied the knot, but there wasn’t any news of Apoll

He hugged me more tightly and said gently, "You can trust me, Natalie. Tell me whatever's frustrating you." I sighed heavily and said, "It's about one of my friends." He picked me up and cradled me against his chest, then sat on the bed and placed me in his lap, saying, "Go on, I'm here to listen." I avoided his curious gaze and mumbled, "She got pregnant by accident, and her husband is forcing her to have an abortion.” I lifted my gaze at him to read his expression. He asked nonchalantly, "Why doesn't he want his WIFE to get pregnant?" Focusing on the word "wife.”

Christ, he couldn’t remember. "Oh my god, you are rejecting me?" Elaine’s voice pierced his thoughts. "No- I am. I-" Again, words failed him because, yes, he was rejecting her. “You are going to leave me mateless by choosing… by choosing her, after everything she did to me. Adrian, she had those men throw me out of your house after she insulted me for telling her the truth.” "She is my wife-" “That’s not a reason! Lots of men have been married before their mates showed up, so choosing her because she is familiar isn’t fair when you have barely given me a chance.”

She needed to! “Do you really think this is a fucking game for me?” He snapped. “It’s not! There are more than one life depending on my decision which still stands the same – Either you become my wife or I have that case opened again and dragged to court! The choice is yours.” A chilling silence remained between them for many long moments before he spoke again, “So, which shall it be?” The smiles and teasing were gone again, like the man she had met this evening who had seduced her in bed, kissed her senseless, befriended her brothers and played with her nephew and niece never existed, that he had only been fooling them all!

That he chose 'her,' well the fact is that is he would always choose 'her' no matter where I fit into this, me, his wife, simply did not get first place. I don't care that he got wrapped up in something that snowballed out of control before he could stop it. And I certainly don't care that he never stopped loving me; actually, he did because love is a choice, and he was not choosing us; he was choosing 'the other woman.'