Broken Emotions 소설 & 이야기

I can get my freedom once I make sure that everyone will be safe. I still did not understand why this happened to me only? What ever is happening with me is it because I loved Aashish ji? Is the love I have for him doing everything? Is the love that has broken me? Am I Broken by love?

I knew the reason why and it lodged behind my throat like a bitter pill. I was disgusted at myself. How could I do something like that? How could the picture of the man who made my life a living hell turn me on so much that I lose myself? The image of me fucking my hands in the bathroom flashed in my mind and I groaned into the pillow. Right now, I expected to feel remorseful but I didn't and that was what bred the disgust. I knew I was going to do it again. I glanced at the clock. It was just three am. Could morning come already? I froze at that thought. Did I wish that just because I couldn't wait to see Adam again?

He had rejected me. A choked sob tore from my throat, my knees buckling beneath me as I collapsed onto the rough wooden floor. My body trembled violently, wracked with the weight of my sorrow. The dam I had built around my heart shattered, unleashing a flood of emotions I had tried so hard to suppress. Tears streamed down my face in relentless rivers, my fingers clenching into the fabric of my dress as though I could physically hold myself together. But I was breaking—splintering like glass beneath the force of my anguish.

His once-controlled anger now explodes within him as he unleashes his frustration on his possessions. He begins breaking things, his actions fueled by a volatile mix of rage, hurt, and desperation. Screams escape his lips, his eyes bloodshot with anger, as he finds temporary solace in the destruction around him. His mind is consumed by thoughts of deep hurt and betrayal, the pain driving him to the edge of his sanity.

Images of him with that woman replayed in my mind relentlessly, refusing to let me breathe. Alone in the quiet of my room, I broke down completely. The sobs came in waves, my body was shaking as I buried my face in my hands. For the first time, it wasn’t only sadness or worry filling me. It was the sting of betrayal crashing through me once again.

No touch, no whisper, and no sensual dance could penetrate the impenetrable fortress of my grief and pain. My thoughts wandered back to Sophie, the woman who had shattered my world with her betrayal. I couldn't stop replaying the moment when I discovered her infidelity, the heartache that followed, and the torment that had become my daily existence. It was a haunting cycle, an endless loop of what-ifs and regrets.

I was restless. I told myself not to cry, but the tears came anyway, hot, angry, unwanted. They slid silently down my cheeks, falling onto my palms. I pressed my fingers into my skin until it hurt, until I could feel something other than emptiness. It was supposed to be easier, wasn’t it? Marriages like this weren’t about love. They were about names, contracts, survival. I had known that when I said yes, or rather, when I was forced to say yes.

Against everything that had hurt this child. But as James slowly calmed between us, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment—this heartbreaking, broken moment—might be ominous.

He made to approach me, his eyes tried to pin me down in place but I was not having any of it. I stepped away from me, my nose scrunched up in disgust as I observed him. Why was he trying to explain, anyway? He didn’t need to. Disgust, anger and something else lay within me as my eyes moved from Sharon to Lesley, as I tried to make sense of the betrayal that u had just faced from the both. But more than that, brokenness, dejection and something even more worse than the two feelings put together swam in my insides. I fought hard to keep the tears that struggled to break out of my tears bank, there was no way I was giving them what they wanted, there was no way I was breaking down in front of

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.