"He Chose Her... Then Came Back to Me"
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"You don't get to hurt me and then make me responsible for how guilty you feel about it."
"Friends don't stand next to you, learn everything about you, and then use it to get close to the one person they know matters."
Aria thought she knew two things for certain: she was going to graduate with her best friend, Iris, by her side, and she was in love with her boyfriend, Liam.
One kiss changed everything. But as the secrets of their "before" come to light, Aria realizes the betrayal didn't start at a party or in a moment of weakness. It started weeks ago, in the conversations she wasn't part of and the moments she wasn't invited to.
Now, Aria has to decide if she can find herself again in the wreckage of the people she trusted most-or if some bridges are meant to be burned
"He Chose Her... Then Came Back to Me" Chapter 1
The music was too loud. Not the kind that made you want to dance just noise, constant and sharp, pressing into Aria's head like it had something to prove. Conversations overlapped, laughter came too quickly, too easily. It felt forced. Like everyone here had agreed to pretend they were having a better time than they actually were.Aria stood just inside the doorway for a moment longer than necessary, scanning faces she barely recognized.
"This is why I don't come to things like this," she muttered under her breath. She only came because Iris insisted. "Ten minutes," Aria had said earlier. "I'm leaving after that." "You say that every time," Iris had told her earlier.
Aria exhaled slowly
She checked her phone. No New messages.
Iris? Gosh, where are you?"
She murmured it more to herself than to anyone else.She moved past the Restroom, weaving through people who didn't notice her and didn't need to. That was fine. She preferred it that way.
"Looking for someone?" She turned at the voice.
Daniel stood there, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a drink. He looked relaxed, like he belonged here in a way she never quite did.
"Iris," Aria said. "Have you seen her?"
He nodded toward the back hallway. "I think she went that way. A few minutes ago."
"Okay. Thanks."
She started to walk past him, but she felt it that pause, that slight shift in his attention. It lingered.
It always did.
"Don't take too long," he added lightly.
Aria didn't respond. She just kept walking.
The hallway was quieter. The music dulled into a low, distant rhythm. The further she went, the more the noise faded, replaced by something else stillness, almost. "Iris?" she called softly. No answer. She frowned slightly and took a few more steps. Then she heard voices.
She stopped. "...we shouldn't be doing this," Liam said. Aria's brows drew together.
There was a pause, and then Iris spoke. Her voice was softer than usual. Careful.
"Then why are you still here?"
Something about that tone made Aria's chest tighten. She didn't think. She just moved.
One step. Then another.And then she saw them.
They weren't just standing close.Liam's hand was resting at Iris's waist. Not awkwardly. Not like he was about to pull away. Like it belonged there.
Aria's steps slowed, but she didn't stop.
She watched as Liam leaned in slightly, his head tilting just enough and then he kissed her.There was no hesitation.
No confusion. Iris kissed him back.
Not like it surprised her. Not like it was a mistake. Like it had already happened before.
Aria stood there, her mind oddly quiet.
For a second, she expected something inside her to react. Anger. Shock. Anything.
But there was just... stillness.
Liam pulled back first, his hand still at Iris's side.
"This isn't right," he said.
Iris let out a soft breath. "Then why does it feel like it is?" he didn't answer, He didn't move away either. Aria shifted her weight, and the slight sound of her shoe against the floor broke the moment.
Both of them turned. Iris's face changed instantly. "Aria-" Liam froze.
Aria looked at them carefully, at the space between them that had suddenly appeared. At Iris's shoulders, tense in a way she had never seen before. At Liam, who looked like he was searching for the right words but hadn't found them yet.
"How long?" Aria asked.
Her voice was calm.Too calm.
Iris shook her head quickly. "It's not what it looks like," Don't," Aria cut in. Iris stopped.
Just answer the question. How long?"
Liam stepped forward slightly. "Aria, listen-"
"No." She met his eyes. "You don't get to explain it." he hesitated.
That was enough to tell her everything.
Aria folded her arms loosely, more to keep her hands steady than anything else.
"I just need to understand something," she said.
Neither of them spoke.
She glanced briefly at Iris, then back at Liam.
"Was I the one you chose..."Her voice didn't shake.
"...or the one you kept until you figured it out?"
Iris looked down immediately.
Liam said nothing.
The silence stretched just long enough to settle the answer in place.
Aria nodded once. "Okay."
"Aria, please-" Iris muttered
Aria turned back slightly.
"I would have rather you told me," she said.
Her tone didn't change. It didn't accuse. It didn't rise. "That's all."
Iris opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
There was nothing she could say that would fix this. They all knew it.
Aria didn't wait for anything else.
She turned and walked back down the hallway.
The music grew louder with each step, swallowing the quiet behind her. By the time she reached the front door, it was like nothing had happened.
Like everything was normal.She stepped outside.
The air was cooler. Quieter.Real.
Aria stood there for a moment, breathing in slowly, letting the noise fade out of her head.
Then she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone.
Liam's name was still at the top of her messages. She stared at it.
At the conversations. The plans. The small, meaningless things that had once felt important.
Her thumb hovered over the screen for a second.
Then she deleted the entire thread.
No hesitation.No second thoughts.
Some things didn't need closure.
They just needed distance.
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"He Chose Her... Then Came Back to Me" of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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9.3
I woke up in a freezing, desolate wasteland, my body weak and covered in sores. A mechanical voice in my head informed me that I was a defective rabbit-mutant, and if I didn't conceive within twenty-four hours, I would die permanently.
The terror was suffocating, but the system left me no choice. To survive the brutal cold and the decay of my own heartbeat, I had to force a pregnancy with a stranger.
I stumbled through the snow, my fingers turning blue, until I found a massive, wounded Arctic Fox-mutant in a dark cave. He was a Tier-9 predator, dying and radiating the exact heat I needed to stay alive. I threw away my dignity, crawling into his fur to merge our energies, desperate to trigger the life-reset protocol before my time ran out.
I felt like a monster, forcing myself onto a man who didn't even know I existed, just to keep my own heart beating. How could I ever face him if he woke up? Why did I have to be the one to pay the price for this twisted, mechanical ultimatum?
The fusion was a success, but when I woke up the next morning, the apex predator had me pinned under his massive claws, his fangs inches from my throat. I didn't beg for mercy. I stared into his feral, ice-blue eyes and made a deal that would change everything: I would be his anchor, and he would be my protector. But then I dropped the final, terrifying truth: I was pregnant, and he was the only one who could save us.
7.1
I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity.
He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat.
"The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it."
He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago.
He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die.
Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood?
Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite.
And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.
7.2
Azura Briggs was just a broke college student working freezing valet shifts to pay her adoptive mother's crushing medical debt.
Her desperate life shattered the night a bulletproof Maybach violently cornered her in an alley, and a ruthless billionaire kidnapped her by mistake.
After a harrowing escape, Azura was forced to take a humiliating "plus-one" gig at a high-end gala just to survive. But her date turned out to be the billionaire's arrogant nephew, who promptly abandoned her to the wolves. Cornered by a sleazy executive and his psychotic wife, Azura was publicly slapped, her dress torn, and left bleeding on the floor while hundreds of elites watched in disgust.
Just as she prepared to fight to the death, the crowd violently parted. Hunter Mcintosh, the terrifying man who had kidnapped her days ago, dropped to his knees in the broken glass and wrapped his bespoke jacket around her trembling shoulders.
Azura was completely paralyzed. Why was the monster who threatened her life now destroying billionaires just to protect her?
But the illusion of safety didn't last. Trapped in his Maybach hours later, Hunter threw a draconian employment contract at her feet.
"Sign it, and her care is covered. Forever."
He knew exactly how to break her. He was offering to pay off her mother's debt, but only if she signed her life away to become his personal assistant. With no other way out, Azura picked up the heavy pen.
8.5
Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace.
Now she's back.
With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again.
Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy.
Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years.
Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture.
Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world.
What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge.
She never planned to fall in love.
**********
"I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away.
Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care."
"Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
"This is just a contract."
"Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet.
"It shouldn't." Her breath faltered.
His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."
8.8
I was the despised adopted daughter of the Sanders family, hiding behind heavy gothic makeup and enduring their daily disgust.
The day my adoptive father died in a severe car crash, my adoptive mother and stepsister didn't even bother to call me.
Instead, while his body was still warm, my mother filed a multi-million dollar life insurance claim.
"I am not feeding a useless freak for another day. Pack your trash and get out."
She kicked me out into the freezing rain, but that wasn't the worst of it.
My stepsister Cornelia stole my greatest secret. Five years ago, I saved the life of Fidel Vaughan, a ruthless billionaire heir, from a burning estate.
Cornelia claimed my identity, accepted a million-dollar reward, and secured a marriage proposal from him, burning my only proof to ashes.
They thought I was just a helpless, pathetic high schooler they could discard and replace.
But when I hacked the police files, I discovered my father's crash wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit, and the Vaughan Group had hijacked the traffic cameras to cover it up.
I washed off the ugly black makeup, shedding the disguise of a pathetic outcast.
I am Spectre, the world's most elusive hacker and underground doctor.
I intercepted the billionaire heir's heavily armed convoy in the dead of night. They thought they could steal my life and murder my father, but now, I hold the needle that controls Fidel Vaughan's sanity, and I will make them all pay.
8.3
Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket.
The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett.
I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it.
Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice.
"What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there."
I turned toward the window and said nothing.
This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely.
The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique.
He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate.
"Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too."
I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand.
What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.
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