Breakup Scene Novels & Stories

if my eyes didn't deceive me,it would be the first time I noticed him shaking,but why? Why now?.when my mind is made up already.when it's no longer needed. "You should know what I mean".I told him."after all you are the smart one".I pulled up a tough facade but we both knew that I was nowhere strong. "Well,I don't understand what you mean.it's why I asked you". I sigh before speaking the words in my mind."let's break up"........ Erica eyebrows furrowed in a frown as those scenes flooded into her head.She was the girl in the scenes but she's unable to see the guy face who was there as well.

softly but emphatically I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. I'm going through something. I was expecting him to be at my back, but why is this still happening to us? He looked at me with dark, emotionless and unforgiving eyes. I could almost recoil at his gaze, but the pain overwhelmed me. I stayed silent, waiting for his explanation. But seconds passed, it didn't come. Instead, he whispered ruthlessly ... "Let's break up, Audrey." Slowly, I felt my world crumble together with my emotions. The pain I could not bear, my tears flowed like a faucet.

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.

“I promised it would be you and me forever and ever. But I don’t know anymore.” My hands tremble as I lean against the tree, the rough bark scraping harshly against my skin. I’m surely going to have bruises after this. I can’t believe it—I’m actually watching a live breakup. Although I haven’t seen the woman’s face or heard her voice, perhaps she is like me—when I start crying, I can’t talk. In fact, what would you say if your boyfriend was breaking up with you? And why would they meet in this garden? Oh, maybe this was their secret spot.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

Whether it was love or hate, the thought that this person would no longer be part of her life left her feeling like a piece of her heart had been carved out. She knew Anthony was still watching her from behind—the elevator doors hadn’t closed. So let him watch her for the last time. Their last breakup was filled with bitterness and anger. This time, they parted peacefully and gently. Maybe that’s how every story ends, no matter how turbulent the journey—it all settles down in the end. She entered her suite without looking back. By the window, she looked outside. Her cousins had left, and the villa was quiet again, even a little desolate.

Lucas sighs deeply. “Break up” he dropped the bomb and Nana suddenly stopped breathing. She blinks back the tears and said “ yeah, we should” She dropped the call and immediately, the phone fell off her hand.

It was risky, especially when behind-the-scenes cuts literally existed. The guy had a straight look on his face. She couldn’t read what he was thinking, but she was way too pissed to even care about it. What she wanted was for the both of them to talk. Luckily, the guy didn’t have any other scene to be shot except for that break-up scene so she could just ask him to give her a few minutes to talk. However, she could still feel that people’s attention was still towards them, especially after what happened.

Graham held Cassandra’s hand and lifted to kiss the back of her hand. Marty felt a sting in his heart, he then averted his gaze and looked back at the ongoing filming then he called cut. They did a retake, he restrained himself to look towards where Cassandra and Graham were. They did a few retakes and finished filming the scene. Marty announces that they will make the next scene, this time Cassandra is part of the scene they are filming. “Graham, I’m sorry, I've got to film right now.” Cassandra said while Len took the bouquet of roses from Cassandra and brought it in the dressing room.

Instead of starting over, it was better to make him hate me and have him cooperate in finalizing the divorce. Before going to bed, I took the medication Dr. Montgomery had prescribed that day and finally slept soundly. … The next day was the weekend, and I didn't have work. When I woke up, the "Marriage Journey" production group chat already had dozens of new messages. The group included the lead actors, producers, the director, and other crew members. The group was usually quiet. If it suddenly became active, something serious must have occurred. I tapped on it and instantly saw the back-and-forth messages between the producer, Jude Cooke, and the rest of the employees.