When She Chose Another Man, I Chose to Leave — Novel

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On the day of his wedding, Zayden Zorrick makes a choice that shocks everyone: he walks away from the life he built with Azalea Holloway, the woman he loves. After discovering her betrayal with a younger man, he opts for silence and solitude, trading a bustling city for the tranquility of a small studio where he finds solace in painting. But when Azalea unexpectedly reenters his life three years later, the air between them crackles with unresolved tension.

As they confront their shared past, Zayden's calm façade begins to crack. Azalea, now a successful travel blogger married to the very man who shattered Zayden's dreams, is desperate to understand his silence. What drove him to leave? Can he truly be happy without her? With every interaction, their history looms like a storm cloud, threatening to unleash emotions they’ve buried deep.

As secrets unfold and passions collide, Zayden must decide: will he cling to his newfound peace, or risk it all for a chance to reclaim what was lost? In a world where love and betrayal intertwine, can they find a way back to each other, or is it too late?

When She Chose Another Man, I Chose to LeaveChapter 1

On my wedding day, after seeing my fiancée cheat on me with an intern in a hotel room, I left quietly.

Everyone was guessing when I would give in and beg my fiancée to redo the wedding.

After all, the same thing happened at our engagement party two months ago, but I could not stand to lose Azalea Holloway. After one night of crying, I chose to forgive her.

But this time, to everyone’s surprise, I moved away from the city the very next day, fully disappearing from Azalea’s life.

At this time, I painted portraits in my own realistic studio.

I looked up calmly at my last client of the day.

“Hello, please show me your digital booking record.”

The woman’s eyes shook a little.

“My name is on the booking...”

“You forgot me so fast?”

——

Looking at the woman in front of me, I calmly said, “Sorry, many people have the same name.”

“I need to confirm the details.” Hearing this, Azalea bit her lip, but in the end, she showed me the appointment record.

Later, she sat down.

I painted like always.

Azalea looked at the pen in my hand and said slowly, “I didn’t know you could paint and paint this well.”

Slightly, I smiled and stayed quiet.