Being Dumped By Silent Treatment Novels & Stories

Smack! I slapped him. Hard. He stared at me in disbelief. "You hit me for him?" He then grabbed my hand, eyes glistening with tears. "If it helps, hit me again. Hit me until you're done being angry… then come back to me, okay? Grace, I love you. I can't live without you." I tore my hand from his and walked back to Ryan. "I'll say it again, Philip: we are done. The moment you hit me for Laila, the moment you left me in that forest, when our child died because you turned your back on us, we're done."

The bastard was laughing now with blood running down his body while I wanted to murder him. “There’s my little wildcat. Fuck, I missed this. The silent treatment was getting old.” “I’ll kill you!” I spat directly in his face. “Ah, there she goes.” He wiped my spit from his cheek, completely unbothered. “I was so afraid I’d lost you to whatever sad little place you’d crawled into. Thought I might have to start monologuing to fill the silence.” He grinned, “And nobody wants that.”

“I don’t know if any of this matters.” That doubt— It creeps in slowly. Like water through cracks you didn’t notice at first. At the beginning, it was easy. Talk to him. Believe he’ll wake up. Wait. Now— Now every day feels longer. Less certain. “You’re really committing to this whole silent treatment thing,” I mutter, trying to keep it light. “It’s not funny anymore.” Nothing. Not even a twitch this time. My fingers curl slightly against his hand. “I told you something important,” I say, voice softening again. “You don’t even get to react. That’s unfair.”

He is the main suspect and that will only bring more trouble for him. He didn't say a thing as we got into the car. The ride was silent as I kept glancing at him. The silent treatment is eating me up, we finally got to the office. He ignored everyone who greeted him, including Amanda. I followed him to the office and shut the door behind me. I can't take this anymore, he has to say something. I am worried and confused. "I am sorry. Stop giving me the silent treatment and say something." I said standing in front of his desk.

He started grumbling while closing the laptop and focusing on me. " ok, what's wrong now?" He asked and I shrugged my shoulders and decided to give him the silent treatment. It wasn't easy, but I had to. It was a way of punishing him for shouting at me earlier. He tried to apologize, but I wasn't letting it go. If I didn't have a mate, I wouldn't have been treated this way and I would still be with my family. Snow didn't like my thoughts and it was even depressing to me because I couldn't see myself without him, I was just looking at it another way.

''I thought you were giving me the silent treatment but you followed me here,'' She looks up to the sky; counting the stars. How am I supposed to reply that? I simply can't say a word because I wasn't giving her the silent treatment . . . I was just making sure of my feelings. Maybe one day, I'll be able to sort it out and be confident of how I'll be feeling in the future but right now, I can never be so sure.

He suppressed the growl that tore out of his throat when she smiled politely at him then turned her attention to the computer in front of her. She still gave him the silent treatment even after five days. She either gave him mechanical answers or pretended to be busy whenever he walked out of his office or the elevator. He stomped back to his office and banged the door for good measure. His life was getting inside out and he was only a step away from losing his sanity. Max only resumed talking to him yesterday and by the moon that was pure torture.

He just kept clicking, eyebrows scrunched, like I was invisible. “Morning to you too, asshole,” I muttered, leaning against the fridge with my arms crossed so tight it hurt. He didn’t even glance. Just kept typing. I waited. And waited. Finally I cleared my throat so loud it echoed. Still nada. “Oh, so we’re doing the silent treatment now? Real mature for an Alpha who was balls-deep in me like six hours ago.”

Why was he behaving this way? After racking my brain for a few seconds, the word “Silent treatment” struck my subconscious and I nodded slowly as if I had just found a plan. Well, that was true. I had a plan, and the plan was to give him silent treatment until he became tired of me. If I could frustrate him enough, maybe he would send me away. I turned on my heel and marched into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. The sound echoed in the quiet room, but I didn’t care.

He was about to drive off when the car opened "Am hungry and there's nothing at home" Nix stiffened "Can we go somewhere already" she shouted Nix started the car and drove her to a restaurant. She entered and he followed suit, their food was served and Betty ate silently without talking to nix. The silent treatment was killing nix "Bet ....." "Your mine and only mine get that?!" she said ruthlessly.