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Choose,Your Wife Or Your Childhood Sweetheart

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 931    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

the soft, rhythmic beeping of a machine. My eye

The first person

bed, looking pale and fragile. Sh

ake. You gave us

ced with a concern tha

is face etched with worry. But

ulder. "Liv, are you okay? You shoul

used to reserve only for me. It was like watching a movie

welling up. "I'm fine, Liam. I w

ned slightly. "Chloe, why did you go out last night

stakable. It wasn't a question

air, and felt a cold numbness spread through me. I didn'

watch

r waist. I watched as he smoothed her hair back from her face.

you, Liam," I sai

w, Chloe. The doctor said you're sufferi

ted. "We need

his eyes were fixed on Olivia, who was swaying s

here, in front of me. He was choo

ments hurried, like he was escaping. The door clicked shut, leav

thrown himself forward, scraping his arm badly on the rocks to catch me. He'd bled all over his shirt, but

as that

oom was a stranger. A stranger who lo

it was over. The love he had for me, the all-consuming, life-d

from my thoughts. It was

r, he's been drinking for hours. He's a me

rt, felt a flicker of something. R

hould have hung up and sta

of the hospital against medical

m wasn't drinking. He was arguing with Olivia in hushed, frantic ton

r, hiding beh

t now, Liv," Liam was sayi

s sharp, no longer the fragile whisper fro

at shattered the last rema

egnant,

then horror, then a desperate, overwhelming concern

urt? We need to get you

the booth. He didn't look happy. He looked terrifi

arm protectively around Olivia, his face

c wake. I got back in my cab and told the driver to fol

s the street, the meter running, and watche

orange, colors that seemed to mock the black and gray of my soul. I

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“I remembered the day Liam Hayes proposed, his eyes full of sincerity, promising to love me more than life itself. Three years later, that world collapsed around me in a damp, abandoned warehouse. "Choose, Liam. Your wife or your childhood sweetheart," the man with the gun said, his voice flat and bored. Liam stood, caught between me, tied to a chair, and a weeping Olivia White. I watched silently as he untied Olivia, his whispered "I'm sorry" a physical blow. He walked her out, his back to me, leaving me bound. Just as tears broke through my carefully maintained calm, the kidnapper cut my ropes, telling me he wasn't a murderer, just a man who believed in consequences. He looked me in the eye. "For what it's worth, he's an idiot." My heart was a hollow, aching void. I had survived, but what was left? My husband had walked away, choosing another. Then, the police swarmed in, and Liam was there, rushing back, pulling me into a suffocating embrace. He said he was sorry, that he was here. But I felt nothing. I woke in a hospital, Olivia by my side, Liam fussing over her. He even blamed me for being out late. The final blow came when I found out Olivia was pregnant with his child, after years of my own struggles with infertility, and his mother shrieked that I was "barren." The injustice was a cold, hard knot in my stomach. How could love turn into this betrayal? Why was I, his wife, continually abandoned for a shadow from his past? Was this all a twisted joke? Then, the ultimate cosmic joke: I discovered I was pregnant with Liam's child. I confronted him, giving him a final, brutal choice: "My baby, or her baby. You can only have one." He chose her. I walked away, no longer needing anything from him, ready to build a life free from his choices and his chaos.”
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