All Chapters of Healing A Broken Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Despite all the noise in the room, I managed to identify Tyler's voice out of everyone else's. Like always, his voice was nonchalant, chill, with a hint of contempt. "Jasmine Murray? It's been nine years. I'm so over sleeping with her." A crisp "click" came from a lighter. Tyler took a deep puff of his cigarette and continued, "If you slept with a woman for nine years, won't you get sick of her?" The person he was speaking with agreed, "That's quite boring indeed. But, I've gotta say—although Jasmine was just a young lady when she first got together with you, she has grown to look a lot more like a woman now." "She was a young lady at 21, but Jasmine has matured in her 30s." "One would grow attached to a dog after that long, let alone a human being. " Laughter came from those in the room. Tyler remarked in a casual voice, "Regardless of whether she's a dog or a person, isn't she staying by my side willingly? It's not like I put a collar around her neck." After he said

Tyler spewed vulgarities continuously like a madman. He no longer looked like the gentle and elegant man he usually was. "That's enough, Tyler. Weren't you the one who permitted this denigrating behavior of theirs?" Tyler stopped because of what I said. "I heard what you people talked about from outside the room, and I didn't want to come in here." I took a deep breath. As I held my tears back, I continued in a shaky voice, "Even so, I wanted to clarify what was going on." Tyler knew what I was about to ask.There was a long, long silence. Tyler stood up and straightened his suit. Then, he wiped the blood off of his fist. Looking at me with his eyes narrowed, he said, "I don't know anything about the video. I've never recorded anything."He sounded like he was explaining himself, but he said so with such an arrogant and prideful tone. It was as if his explanation was a gift bestowed on me by the heavens. "About our relationship, it is what it is. If you're sick of it,

Southhope City was a place with beautiful scenery and a pleasant culture. Nevertheless, no matter how picturesque a place was, it could not cure the pain of being broke. Thanks to a friend's recommendation, I found a job as a model. First thing the next morning, I stood at the door to an artist's studio. To my surprise, the artist did not look like the image of a typical artist I had in my mind. The pale-looking Matthias Finley had black-framed glasses perched on his nose and wore a casual cotton shirt and pants that gave him the bearing of a stoic man. Even though he had the same face as the elite businessman who saved me from my predicament in the corridor, he carried a completely different air as the man the other day. After staring at me for a long while, he uttered courteously, "You have stunning eyes." Perhaps an artists' way of thinking was different from an average person. Uttering a compliment came so naturally to him. With a smile on my face, I said, "How coul

Tyler's friend urged, "Ty, if you have no other choice, just apologize. She has been running this clubhouse for quite a few years. "The fact that she could bear to trash it shows that she's really been hurt this time…" "I've taught a lesson to the man who told her to strip the other day. What else does she want me to do?" All of a sudden, Tyler flew into a rage. "I have been respectful enough to her. It's up to her if she wants to come back. "I can own as many clubhouses as I want. Without Jasmine, there are many other women who would throw themselves at me. Not having her around makes no difference." "Fine, it's no difference. But you'd better stop requesting those other women to put on thick makeup and tight dresses. "It's obvious that they want to present an image of purity and innocence. Yet, you're forcing them to change. I can't believe you even showed them Jasmine's photo so that they could learn from her. That's such a drag…" Tyler's face turned darker and darker

I was taken aback momentarily, staring at Matthias in disbelief. He blushed. Subconsciously, he interlocked his fingers as he stared at me through those misty eyes of his. He gulped nervously. "What kind of a person do you think I am? I'm not an easy woman. Let's just say that the kiss last night was a drunken mistake," I said awkwardly as I clenched my fists around the tablecloth under the table. Matthias tensed up when he heard my rejection. "No, no. It wasn't a mistake. It was a calculated move on my part. "I'm seeing you as someone I have feelings for." He let out a long exhale, as if a burden were lifted off his shoulders. "Do you really not remember me, Jazzy?" The nickname "Jazzy" called forth memories from my youth. In my memory, there was a chubby boy who loved addressing me as such but refused to allow others to use the same nickname. The image of his face gradually overlapped with this handsome man before my eyes. Matthias pulled out a photo from his wallet.