He Chose Her, I Lost Everything

But at the same time, the soft and tender voices of two children rang in my ears again.

“Mom, I like Dad so much. He is the most handsome father in our kindergarten.”

“Mom, we miss Dad so much. Will he come back to accompany us today?”

“We love our mother first in the world and our father second.” 

“Mom, please don’t quarrel with Dad because of us. It's because we are naughty and disobedient," were the last words they said to me before they lost consciousness when I rushed into the school to rescue the children.

I took a deep breath, ignored Jordon, walked straight to the bed and sat down.

Seeing that I did not speak for a long time, Jordon looked a little angry. He threw me on the bed and locked my hands tightly above my head.

“What are you talking about now? Didn't you ask your sister to call me back?”

As he spoke, he leaned over to kiss me. I was unable to struggle free and could only bite his lips hard.

Jordon felt pain and suddenly let go of me and sat up.

“Diana! Are you out of your mind?

“Just looking at you makes me sick. You fool Grandpa with that innocent act, don’t you? You dragged me back here just to play hard to get—how ridiculous.

“It’s your hypocrisy that’s rubbed off on my daughters. They’ve been raised under your influence and look where that’s gotten them.”

I bit my lower lip tightly until I tasted blood, then I spoke softly to interrupt Jordon, “The children are dead.”

Jordon's expression suddenly froze, but after a moment he sneered, “Diana, you really dare to say anything nonsense. Didn't you just find out today that Annette is pregnant? Do you really have to make up such nonsense?”

After saying this, Jordon stood up and walked towards the door.

Before reaching the door, Jordon halted and added coldly, “Since you’ve rejected me, don’t even think about running to Grandpa to complain that I’m ignoring you. That would only make me despise you more.”

After Jordon left, the room became quiet again. I rushed into the bathroom and brushed my teeth vigorously, trying to brush away the scent of Jordon that remained on my lips.

Jordon and I were once in love.

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, eighteen-year-old Jordon stood in front of me, his ears red with shyness.

“Diana, I want to be good to you. I don't want to be just your brother."

The boy's cheeks flushed, but the determination in his eyes was intoxicating and my heart instantly softened into an ocean.

In the following years, Jordon almost held me in his hands and I did my best to treat him well.

It was not until we were twenty-two that the old man called us over.

“You are both of marriageable age, Diana. Your grandfather saved my life and I am worried about you marrying into another family. What do you think of Jordon?”

From then on, Jordon's attitude towards me took a sharp turn for the worse and all that lingering love seemed to have disappeared overnight.

I did not know what happened and Jordon would not tell me the reason.

I got pregnant successfully one year after getting married. Since then, Jordon has been partying every night and almost never stays home, openly showing off his first love in public.

I had argued with him before, but Jordon just looked at me coldly, as if he was looking at a mentally ill lunatic.

"You got what you wanted—you became the Howell Family's daughter-in-law and even bore them a child. So why are you still making a scene?

"Spare me the act of being wronged. It’s nauseating."

From then on, I no longer asked for the reason and just focused on taking care of my two children.