To Chose Between Begging Ex And Dangerous Ons Novel – “Hello?” “Nicole, Yosef’s with me.” A sharp pain stabbed Nicole White’s heart. Her grip on the phone tightened, her knuckles whitening. Today was supposed to be her and Yosef Chandler’s second wedding anniversary. And here he was, with Sophia Larson—his true love.
Nicole stared at the cold dinner on the table, her fingers curling slightly. “Where are you?” she asked, her voice steady. Sophia hadn’t expected Nicole to be so calm, let alone ask where they were. But she was thrilled—this was her chance to crush Nicole’s last bit of hope. Her voice dripped with satisfaction as she said, “Canaan Club.
Come see for yourself.” “Okay,” Nicole replied flatly, hung up, and tossed the meticulously prepared dinner into the trash. Since Sophia’s return two weeks ago, Yosef had been spending almost all his time with her. But Nicole never thought he’d even blow off their wedding anniversary for her. The harsh kitchen lights made her skin look ghostly pale. A dull, pulsing pain spread across her chest, slow and merciless.
She took a deep breath, grabbed her car keys, and walked out—some things needed to end. ***** Nicole arrived at Canaan Club and found Yosef’s private room easily. The door was left slightly ajar, and through the crack, she peeked inside. There was a big table packed with over a dozen people. Yosef sat at the head, his features sharp and intense, that familiar touch of smugness etched across his face.
Sophia was seated to his left, stunning in a sleek black slip dress that showed off her killer body. On his right sat Patrick Chester, the well-known director. As for the other faces, Nicole didn’t know a single one. Patrick raised his glass to Yosef. “Don’t worry, Mr. Chandler. Getting Ms. Larson the lead role is a done deal. No issues at all,” he said with a smarmy grin that looked weird coming from such a big-shot director.
Yosef leaned back in his chair, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Then I’ll count on you, Mr. Chester.” Typically, Yosef would just take a small sip during toasts. But this time, he downed the entire glass in one swift gulp. Patrick, thrilled by the show of respect, quickly finished his drink. Sophia stared at Yosef, her eyes soft with adoration. It was obvious to anyone that Yosef was going out of his way for Sophia.
People in the room started chiming in, egging them on. “Not just anyone can get a director like Patrick Chester on board. Mr. Chandler’s really pulling out all the stops for Ms. Larson.” “Totally! I’ve never seen Mr. Chandler this committed to a woman. She’s one lucky girl.” “Check out that lovey-dovey look. He’s definitely taking her home tonight.” Laughter erupted around the room.
Yosef remained silent, letting that casual smirk play across his lips. Sophia soaked up the compliments, her smile growing increasingly coquettish. Suddenly, she glanced toward the door and caught sight of Nicole. In an instant, the soft adoration in her eyes hardened into a provocative smile. She pressed herself against Yosef, sliding her arm through his and molding her body close, making their intimacy unmistakable.
“Yosef and I were together all four years of college,” she announced to the room. “I’m the one he truly loves—who else would he go this far for?” The room erupted. “Whoa, did I hear that right? Mr. Chandler’s a total romantic?” “He’s been jumping from one hookup to another for years, never settling down. Was he waiting all this time for Ms. Larson?” Nicole stood quietly in the doorway. The bright lights hit her face, casting her soft features in a cold, sharp relief.
Not intending to hear more, she turned and walked away. Maybe she’d always known it would end like this. The pain wasn’t as sharp as she’d expected—just a heavy, hollow ache settling deep in her chest. She’d been the perfect wife for two years, and still, she’d never truly captured his heart. ***** This time of year, Harboriton was always drenched in rain. During Nicole’s drive home, a light drizzle started falling.
The roads were slick, and her heart felt just as heavy and waterlogged. Back home, she collapsed onto the couch and pulled up Sophia’s Twitter. Two weeks ago, Sophia had posted: [Back in town. Through everything, it’s still you.] The photo showed two overlapping shadows on an airport floor. Then, every few days, she’d have another post. [A man focused on his work is seriously sexy.] Nine photos of her posing in Yosef’s office were attached.
[My taste never changed. Neither did the person.] Attached was a picture of food, but in the corner was a long, elegant hand, with a ring identical to Nicole’s on the ring finger. The latest post was from today—Nicole and Yosef’s anniversary: [The one who loves you will drop everything to be with you,] with a photo of Yosef in the passenger seat. Tears welled up in Nicole’s eyes, making them glisten like two pools of water.
Suddenly, her phone pinged—a video from Sophia. The clip was shot in the club’s dimly lit private room,