After The Broken Engagement Mr. Brook Was Filled With Regret Novels & Stories

My head started to ache from all the possibilities running wild in my head. "Madam," my Spanish maid Sophia called me out, running toward me and saying, "Madam, he has come." She said while panting. "Sir is home." In a second I was up and running towards the door. When I reached the door, it burst open and entered a very drunk Adam, who was supported by John. Seeing the scenario in front of me, I didn't know either to be happy that he was home or to be worried because he was drunk, because Adam never gets drunk on weekdays, especially this drunk that he can't even walk straight.

When did they break up? Jason’s heart ached because it was supposed to be Brooklyn's happiest day of her life, but she was neglected by her husband. He touched her hand gently and said, “I am so sorry, Miss Brooklyn. I wish I could take your pain away. One day, Preston James will pay for what he has done to you.” Brooklyn’s heart was moved by Jason’s words. She wished she could press the rewind button. When they arrived at the hospital parking lot, Jason got out of the car and opened the passenger door.

Lorenzo used to kiss that spot, telling me it was my own special mark. In that heartbeat, the fantasy died. The heir to the Caruso family, a man who wouldn't blink after taking three bullets in a street war, felt his knees buckle. He hit the concrete floor hard. "Agh—!!!" An animalistic howl ripped from his throat as the tears finally broke. He reached out to hold me, then pulled back, his hands trembling in the air, too terrified to touch the broken thing I’d become. "I’m sorry... Elena... I’m so sorry..."

Brooke leaves her alone and comes out of the room. She doesn't know how to react to seeing him like this. Did she feel hurt? Yes. She felt broken at this moment. The truth blows her world. If she knew from the beginning he didn't love her anymore. She never tried to be with him. But why do things turn out to be this cruel? After half an hour later, finally Angela came out of Erish's room. She's not crying anymore and her tears soaked on her cheeks and left their print. Mr.and Mrs.Brooks saw her and tried to go in front of her.

As Grant reached for the handle, Brooke slammed his hand against the door, blocking the frame. "Stop! Grant, we were raised in the same dens! We shared blood and vows before that... that creature arrived. Are you really going to be this heartless? I’ve been away for years to give you space to heal from the Mars Reed disaster. I stayed in the northern territories so I wouldn't upset your recovery. And the second we meet, you treat me like a stray?" Grant finally looked at him, but his eyes were like frozen lakes. "Move." Brooke’s scent spiked with anxiety. This wasn't going according to the plan. "It was Mars who broke the bond! He’s the one who asked for the divorce! He’s the one who walked

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

"Love doesn't mean losing yourself or accepting anything. You've proven you weren't worth it." Patrick looked crushed by the truth and walked away looking broken. Travis said darkly, "Just say the word, babe. We can team up and crush him." Just as I was weighing that option, Old Mr. Luther—who'd been retired and living overseas for years—suddenly returned. When I got his call and rushed to the cemetery, I found Patrick kneeling there, thoroughly humbled. I hesitated. "Grandpa Peter… what's going on?" Old Mr. Luther smiled warmly at me. "I should have come back sooner."

The morning was bright and the sun was smiling in it's full energy . Mr Brookes snaps his eyes opened , he was welcomed by a terrible ache . He slept on the couch whilst waiting for Sloan but she did not return that night . All his calls he put through to her was unanswered . He wondered why she did not return home , if he was too cold to her or she had a new lover since she prepared divorce and a death certificate for him . Mr Brooke pushes the thought of his wife to the back of his mind , he didn't want to start the day with a bad mood .

It seemed that his hatred for Sharon had become deeply ingrained. Eight years later… “Mr. Bruce, I’m sorry I couldn’t find Sharon anywhere,” one of Bruce’s men now stood before him, looking nervous. Bruce’s sharp gaze seemed to pierce his heart. Bruce had become a relentless and determined person. Eight years was not a short time. Now both of Bruce’s legs were able to stand and walk normally. But the wound in his heart had never healed.

"Brooke, I'm already married, and you're about to get engaged. Whatever feelings I had for you are now in the past. Let's just go about our lives by ourselves." I set down the documents on her desk and turned to leave. "Theros, if I said… that I regret it now, are you willing to come back to me?" I turned around in confusion. I didn't think I'd see such a pathetic look on Brooke's usually haughty face. "But Brooke," I thought, "It's impossible for us to go back anymore." … While I was still preparing everything for Brooke's and Gaston's engagement party, I was suddenly informed that it was now canceled.