Breakup To Bliss Novels & Stories

she continued screaming at me. "Zac has cancer! He doesn't have much longer to live. Every day that passes is one less day I'll get to see him." Lynette's principles had long since fallen out of alignment with mine. At that moment, it finally hit me that she and I could never go back to what we had before. With a self-deprecating chuckle, I replied, "Let's just assume I don't know any of that, Lynette. Either way, I'm breaking up with you. Let's not keep in touch anymore."

Gabby snapped. "You think I wasn't hurt when we broke up" Tan snapped back. The business man inside him snarled at the same time. "I could care less, if you were hurt Tan, I wasn't the one that called off the engagement so stop throwing a pity party, but since this is a business and I promised myself I would not let my personal life get in the way of my work life I would agree to the terms about being business partners." Her words flowed endlessly penetrating into his heart like a dagger.

Right up to my deathbed, our son, Albert Holt, would still earnestly plead, "Mom, just divorce Dad. You're inferior to Aunt Vivian in every way. Dad has suffered by being with you all these years, so let him go." I lay in the hospital bed, looking at my indifferent husband beside me. He said nothing, and that deathly silence confirmed his agreement with those thoughts. I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, then slowly released it. No! I would not repeat the same mistakes in this lifetime. I picked up the pen and slowly wrote two words in the applicant column: Vivian Hayes. Since Sebastian loved Vivian so much, he should have it his way. I handed the completed application to t

Sittie's fury was backed up with a solid belief. “I'm really sorry, Sittie. Blythe is extremely difficult to control.” She apologized to Sittie once more. Sittie didn't say anything; instead, she grabbed a glass of cool carbonated water, added some honey, and drank it. “If you're truly sorry for everything I've gone through—” Look at Blessie's reflection in the fridge door, Sittie. “— Take a deep breath and reconnect with yourself. Blessie, fix yourself so we can live our lives in peace. We have the option of returning to our former selves. You know you're the only one who can make Blythe and I vanish from your life; you're the only one who can make it happen. You may live in peace, and we w

"How could you leave me and marry someone else? You're mine… You've always been mine!" I stared at him coldly, completely unfazed. Theodore immediately stepped in front of me, trying to shield me. I gently patted his shoulder, signalling that I could handle this myself. "Soren, have you forgotten that we've already broken up?" I asked icily. He froze, as if he couldn't believe what he'd just heard. "Why?" he blurted out, looking somewhat frantic. "Was it because of Thea? But I already got rid of her! I'll never see her again. Please forgive me, okay?"

I continued, "Completing this wedding that I've put so much effort into is more important to me. Did you not notice? Every wedding photographer today deliberately avoided you. I'll edit the wedding video myself." Gabriel's face darkened as he pressed his lips tightly together. His eyes drilled into me as if he wanted to see right through me. "Are you breaking up with me?" I took a deep breath and met his gaze. "I think what I said at the vows ceremony was clear enough. I don't want to be with you."

The dreams they shared when all they had was each other. And now? Now she was nothing but a discarded accessory in his perfect life. A tear slipped down her cheek. “Enough,” she whispered, her grip tightening. “You’ve broken me for the last time, Ethan Blackwood.” The traffic light turned green. “I’ll start over. I’ll build my life again. Without you.” But just as she crossed the intersection, a flash of blinding headlights screamed from her right. A truck, coming too fast and too close. Time slowed.

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

This was it. I read the supplemental understanding. Then I read it again, slowly, letting each word sink in. My breath hitched in my throat. "No. Oh, no. He didn't." The supplemental understanding granted Caius uncontested right to the Ashveil territory. Not just a piece, but the whole thing. And not just in certain situations. It said, very clearly, that this right would activate if the mating arrangement was dissolved or rejected. The killer part? The dissolution could be at Caius's sole discretion.

He headed back to the Pack House, intending to finally sit Celine down and talk. The living room lights were still on. On the coffee table sat a single piece of paper and a ring. He walked over and picked up the paper. As he realized what he was looking at, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. A Declaration of Dissolution. Celine wanted to sever their mate bond. His hands began to shake. His gaze fell to the ring—their wedding band, the one Celine had worn for five years. He tried to reach her through the Mind Link, but he was met with nothing but a void. She had already left the Dark Moon territory.