Wrong Choice Novels & Stories

That was another kind of wrong. Both paths led to regret. Both choices felt like giving up something essential. Marry Andrew and give up on love. Don't marry Andrew and give up on stability. There was no right answer. No choice that felt good. Just two versions of wrong and me stuck in the middle unable to decide.

The promotional video on the big screen went black. A second later, the image changed. The crowd went dead silent, then erupted into chaos. It wasn't Sarah's fake research process. It was explicit texts and intimate photos of Sarah and Lucas. [Lucas, I want the Chief Healer position. Let that old hag work in the back.] [Don't worry baby, she is my Mate. She was born to serve us.] Then, a video of Sarah failing to identify basic herbs in the lab. Finally, my pre-recorded voiceover played:

I said quietly, "I know this is my fault, but I have a way to fix it. As long as you come forward and say we're a couple, people will accept it. These days, no one thinks it's strange for an older guy to date a college student. "And once you say that, we can make those people delete the video. Otherwise, it's an invasion of privacy." But Alice still refused without hesitation. "You're not even helping me practice for my road test anymore. I'm definitely gonna fail. And you still expect me to help you? Dream on!" She turned to leave, and I quickly grabbed her wrist. "Don't go. You're the only one who can help me now. "If you don't say anything, everyone at school will just keep spreading that

"So you're not so perfect after all. You're just like me..." "I'm nothing like you." Rhys's voice is steel. "Because when I realized I was wrong, when I understood what I'd done, I didn't double down. I didn't try to justify it or blame her. I owned my mistake. And I've been trying to make it right ever since. That's the difference between us, Kevin. I can admit when I'm wrong. You can't." "Oh, how noble." Kevin's sarcasm is thick. "But here's the thing, little brother, you were right to doubt her. Charlotte is exactly what I always said she was. A manipulator. A user. A woman who'll do anything to get what she wants."

Because losing? Not an option.

I spend the rest of the afternoon deciding what that means. Option one: administrative error. Someone set up my access incorrectly. It happens. In a company of this size, with this many contractors moving through, it's statistically inevitable that someone's badge will be programmed with the wrong permissions. The fact that the error gave me more access rather than less is inconvenient for the company but not, in itself, meaningful.

"Deciding that another person was worth the risk of needing them." I cross the room and set her cup beside the photograph. I do not move away immediately. The space between us in this kitchen, in this flat that has only ever held solitude until now, feels charged with the specific weight of everything we have not yet finished saying. "She chose wrong," I say carefully. "Your mother. Catherine. The partnership was real but Richard was faster and more ruthless and they were working without the resources to protect themselves." "They chose right," Mara says. She does not look away. "They chose correctly and were outmaneuvered. There is a difference. Choosing wrong means the choice itself was th

His throat was tight. He said: "She wouldn't do that. Sloane wouldn't—" She said: "You don't know what she would do. You never did. You spent three years thinking you knew her and you were wrong about the most basic things." Her voice didn't change. Still even. Still calm. "You were wrong about how she would react. You were wrong about how long she would wait for you to come back. And you were wrong about what she was capable of when someone gave her a better option."

"Ms. Shaw, this is all my fault. I had foolishly placed the wrong person in that position. Please don't be upset." When Lucas saw Gordon grovel so desperately, he finally realized just how massive a mistake he had made. He finally realized that the powerful backer he had always relied on was nothing in front of this woman. "M-Ms. Shaw…" Lucas crawled toward me and reached for my leg, looking akin to a maggot wriggling across the floor. "I was wrong. I failed to recognize who you were. Please, have mercy. Let me go just this once." I tried my best to weather the agonizing pain shooting through my right knee as I looked down at him.

“They won’t treat you any different.” “No,” she replied. “That’s not…I’m wondering how I’m going to apologise to Missus Lowry.” “You aren’t going to apologise.” “I have to. It’s my fault Elize is-” “It’s mine. I made the deal. Elize decided to drug the staff and attack her grandmother, not you. You are the princess, you do not apologise to your subordinates.” “Even if I am wrong?” “Yes, even if you’re wrong. Always stand by your decisions.”