Breaking Up Quotes

My fiancé, Conrad Reese, fell in love with his secretary, Kelly Dunn, and insisted on breaking off our engagement. I tried to reason with him. "She doesn't have any power behind her; she can't help you become the heir to the Reeses' fortune. You'd be better off keeping her as your mistress." Kelly, feeling insulted, threw herself off a building in front of everyone. Five years later, after he became the heir, the first thing he did was divorce me, destroying my family in the process. "This is what you owe Kelly," he said. I woke up again, and it was my 22nd birthday. Conrad's grandfather asked me what my wish was. "I hope Conrad and Ms. Dunn… will live happily ever after." I bowed slightly and said, "Please, Mr. Jonathan. I hope you'll let me end my engagement with Conrad."

Born without her family's birthmark, Tessa is branded a bastard by the richest man in the pack, her father and forced into a life of servitude in the Alpha’s lodge.  Her only ally and friend was Jasmine, her stepsister; fated to marry George, the Alpha’s heir. But George isn’t just ruthless, he’s a beast who toys with women and hides his darkest hunger behind storm-grey eyes. When Tessa overhears George plotting to use and discard Jasmine, she vows to expose him, even if it means risking everything.  But the moment his eyes land on Tessa, she becomes trapped in his suffocating grip. Tessa, knowing her life will never be the same, must either protect her sister from the man who could destroy them both… or surrender to the dangerous allure that threatens to consume her.

Di pesta ulang tahunnya, Gilena sedang berharap dalam bahasa Jerman di depan kue ulang tahunnya. “Semoga tahun ini Tante Jolin bisa jadi ibuku.” Suami mengelus kepala Gilena sambil tersenyum, lalu berkata, “Keinginanmu akan segera terwujud.” Aku tercengang, kue di tanganku langsung jatuh ke lantai. Suami bertanya dengan penuh perhatian, “Kau kenapa?” Aku menggelengkan kepala dan jawab sambil tersenyum, “Tanganku licin.” Hanya aku sendiri yang tahu, aku panik karena mengerti bahasa Jerman, sampai-sampai kue pun terjatuh dari tanganku.

Ximena, a Colombian, 22-year-old student majoring in psychology, beautiful, passionate, brave, strong-minded and independent. She was forced to marry due to commitments from her adoptive parents, with a young millionaire named Angelo, who was secretly the heir to a powerful Sicilian mafia, who despises her, stating that she was a profiteer. This situation of tension caused her to ask him divorce and return to her native country to recover the businesses of her biological parents who died in an apparent accident, she finds a lot of opposition from her uncle who appropriated the companies and can't bear to hand them over, coincidentally she meets her ex-husband without recognizing each other , falling madly in love, leaning on their problems and fighting together against their enemies until they discover their secrets, breaking up again, hating each other, but wanting to be together, only a miracle can bring them together again, will it happen?, immerse yourself in this exciting story where you will discover this and other secrets.

Sign the divorce papers, Desmond. I had been holding back because of my child but your mistress made me lose him. Now I'd make you both regret ever messing with me! Leila had always suffered one sided love from her husband Desmond but she keeps holding onto hope that he'd change but he doesn't desist breaking her heart. He cheated on her with his childhood bestfriend and yet rubs it in her face. Yet, Leila thinks of a second chance but after losing her pregnancy to the chaos of her loveless marriage, Leila takes up a shrewd frame, refusing to continue being the dejected wife she used to be. What happens when someone more powerful offers a deal? What happens when Desmond comes begging back? Will Leila be able to fight her insecurities or lose one more time?

A contract. A night. A mistake that turned into something more. Naia Isadora Lastra never believed in second chances—especially not after catching her boyfriend red-handed and breaking down in the arms of a dangerously charming stranger at a bar. One night. One decision. One unforgettable mistake. She never expected to wake up sore, breathless, and tangled in the sheets with a man who disappears before dawn… only to reappear days later in a designer suit, announcing: "You're going to be my bride... on paper." Ammir Alejandro Silvestri is a cold, calculating CEO, forced to fake a perfect marriage for the sake of his dying grandmother—and the woman he shared a bed with becomes his only option. Now, all eyes are on them. The press, their families, and the ticking clock of a six-month contract. But the longer they pretend, the harder it gets to remember what's fake and what’s not. And when secrets surface, hearts aren't the only things at risk—because falling in love was never part of the deal.

At Harrington High, the rich and ruthless rule. Olivia has spent years staying invisible, choosing silence over conflict. But when she stands up to the school’s most feared bully, Zachary Maverick, everything changes. Zach, cold-hearted heir to the Maverick empire, isn’t used to defiance. No one dares challenge him—until Olivia. Her unexpected courage sparks something dark and obsessive within him. Now, Olivia is trapped in a dangerous game. Zachary isn't just set on breaking her—he wants her. And what Zachary Maverick wants, he gets. As cruel intentions blur into twisted desire, Olivia must navigate a world of power, manipulation, and the unnerving attention of the boy who could either destroy her or claim her as his. But in a school where love and cruelty walk hand in hand, will Olivia escape Zachary’s obsession… or will she become addicted to his darkness?

My best friend was a "mistress breakup consultant". I had lent her money to start her business, and her very first job turned out to be breaking up my own marriage. "Jessie, what's the point of a loveless marriage? You've wasted Harold's time for five years. Are you really going to keep clinging to him and making him miserable for the rest of his life?" my best friend asked. I laughed at the self-righteous nonsense she was spouting and had security escort her out. She came right back, though, this time with a so-called "Anti-Mistress Alliance", live-streaming the chaos as they broke into my company. "The one who isn't loved is the real intruder!" "Fight for love at all costs!" They chanted while smashing up my office. I watched them calmly, waiting until they wore themselves out before pulling out a contract. "The 100,000 dollars you borrowed from me has been overdue for six months. If you don't repay it soon, I'll be forced to take legal action. "And, the lab equipment you've destroyed is valued at 5,550,000 dollars. You'll need to compensate me at full price. "Otherwise, I'll see you in court."

Asher and Malachi Wild, identical twin Vampire Princes, and second in line for the throne, are having some minor business troubles. Mystery crates are being moved using their import-export business, in shipments both into and out of the country. They don't know who, or why, or how it's happening. They get frustrated and go for a drive to clear their heads, and end up at a pub. A mysterious red-headed bartender catches their eye, for more than one reason. She's impressive, in all the right ways. Curves for days, strong, mysterious, and able to kill a nearly seven foot tall man while barely breaking a sweat. Now if they could just get her to talk to them and give them her name... Eliza Wellsong, Head of the Assassin's Guild for England. There are one and a half-thousand people under her command, and she's half-forced to take a night off by her second in command. She goes to the local pub to help out her friend, the owner of the pub, Molly, instead. Then the two princes walk in, and they just can't keep their eyes off her. She's confused, she's fat, and not that pretty, what the fuck is up with them? But then they're kind to her, and honest. It's a nice change of pace, and they're handsome enough, maybe she should let them in?

“True love stories never have endings.” Dean said softly. “Richard Bach.” I nodded. “You taught me that quote the night I kissed you for the first time.” He continued, his fingers weaving through loose hair around my face. “And I held on to that every day since.”