All Chapters of First Choice: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Lois, how about we remarry after this is over?" I was sitting on a stone bench in the backyard, lost in thought, when Nathan Baldwin walked up to me with Jenny Price right behind him. It was just three hours ago that Jenny had been exposed by the tabloids as possibly Nathan's mistress.The whole internet dug up her past and called her everything from a homewrecker to the woman who had interfered in my perfect relationship with Nathan.Nathan's image as a loving husband fell apart, and his company's stock price plummeted. In my last life, when Nathan came to me with the divorce papers, I had been so furious that I ripped up all the roses he had grown for me in the garden.I had screamed at him, demanding to know what his relationship with Jenny was. She was just his mentor's daughter, and there were a million ways he could have handled the situation. Instead, he chose to sacrifice me. All of that just to keep Jenny from spiraling into deeper depression. What Nathan di

But the next second, Nathan looked away indifferently, his lips curling into a smile as he took Jenny's hand and walked up to the stage, acting as if he hadn't even seen me. I couldn't help but curl my lips into a bitter smirk. The reporter closest to me, probably an intern, timidly handed me the microphone and asked, "Ms. Caldwell, is it true that you and Mr. Baldwin have divorced?" "Yes," I answered, forcing a smile and nodded. The intern adjusted his glasses. "But you and Mr. Baldwin met in high school, dated for seven years, and were married for five. Just last month, Mr. Baldwin spent a fortune to buy you an island and named it after you." I kept smiling, though the smile didn't reach my eyes. "That was something he owed me," I said flatly. He'd given me that island to make up for missing my birthday while taking care of a sick Jenny. In my last life, I had actually felt proud of it. Later, I found out that the idea came from Jeremy. Nathan's assistant, Bra

Jenny pressed her lips together, looking hesitant. "I was scared to stay alone in the hotel, so I came to find you." She trailed off, lowering her gaze. "Did I interrupt you?" Nathan's brow furrowed slightly but replied, "It's fine. It's getting late." "I'll have Carla prepare a guest room for you. You can stay there for now." He started to call for Carla when Jenny entered the room. Her eyes, soft and full of longing, looked up at Nathan. "Nathan, I don't want to stay in the guest room. Is that okay?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, testing him. Nathan's frown deepened, and his lips parted to refuse. Then he saw the faint red around her eyes. His heart softened, and he said nothing. …When the plane landed in Holnia, Chris Muller was there to pick me up. When he was 18, Chris had been falsely accused of sexual assault after saving a girl and was sentenced to three years in prison. With a criminal record, no company would hire him. I met him at a

I smiled as I replied, "I don't love him anymore."Those simple three words left Nathan with an inexplicable sense of suffocation.He had replayed that moment in his mind countless times, trying to find something in my eyes that might explain my words. But in the end, he found nothing. He grew increasingly restless and pulled up our chat history. But when he opened it, the last message from me was just an acknowledgment of him reminding me to meet at the courthouse at 9:00 am to pick up the divorce papers. I simply replied with "Okay," and that was it. In the past, I had always clung to him. I would share everything with him, no matter how big or small, and he would always respond promptly. As he scrolled back through the messages, he saw that it had become more common for me to talk to myself over time, with him occasionally replying with a simple "Okay" or "Got it." The company's work was busy, and with Jenny's depression and the suicide attempts after Donald's passi

In my past life, by the end of it all, I could no longer distinguish whether I loved Nathan or was simply obsessed with him. After a long pause, I mocked him, "Nathan, honestly, all I ever wanted was so little, but you still couldn't give it to me. I'm my parents' little princess. Why should I let you trample all over me? So, forget it." With that, I pulled my gaze away, turning to leave. But Nathan, frantic, grabbed my arm. His tall figure nearly stumbled as he reached out for me. His pale lips quivered as he said, "I won't agree. We can't just let this go. Lois, you're my wife. You can't just leave me..." There was a tremor in his voice. I let out a short laugh, pulling my arm away. "We're divorced, Nathan. You made me sign the divorce papers. You pressured me into attending that press conference, and you watched me go to the courthouse to pick up the divorce papers. All of this was your doing. You can't deny it, right?" "I..." Nathan fell silent, his voice lost.