Broken Heart Book Novels & Stories

It was the divorce agreement signed by Zach. He left just four words. "I'm sorry. Take care." I heard that after he signed the papers, he completely broke down and needed sedation. He'd wake up crying, shouting both Shawn's name and mine, before spiraling into madness, only to be sedated again. After a ton of painful surgeries, Zach finally wrapped up his treatment for the acid burns, and the Sorensens sent him to a psychiatric hospital. I ran into him again later. By then, I had started a new chapter in my life and had a lovely, well-behaved daughter. I took my daughter to visit Shawn's grave, and she was holding lilies.

Nineteen year old me didn’t know the heartbreak the man on the other side of the camera would cause me. Little did I know that heartbreak would change my life in many ways. It shaped who I am today, but it also shaped my career. Heartbroken and devastated, I wrote a book heavily inspired by Cade and me. It was cathartic to funnel all of my feelings into a love story that I could actually control. I never could’ve expected thousands and thousands of people to read it around the world.

How could everything be taken away from me just when I finally felt whole? A broken wail escaped Amaris as she clutched the book to her chest, her body curling over it as if she could somehow hold onto the life that had been stolen from her. Her sobs grew louder, raw and unrestrained, filling the emptiness of her room with the sound of her heartbreak. Each breath came in jagged gasps, as if the sorrow itself were too heavy to bear, pressing down on her until she could barely breathe.

He starts sobbing almost immediately, and her heart breaks for him. “Oh, Sweetie. That’s it let it all out. I’m here. I love you. I can take your sadness, as much as your anger. I will bear it all to have you. Do you hear me.” He nods, still sobbing and clinging to her. “I have had people angry at me for most of my life for one reason or another, and most of them would have killed me if I couldn’t handle it. I am not easily broken. Hurt, yes. Damaged, yes. But broken? Only one man ever broke me, and that was by dying in front of me.”

"To all men in the world… Think twice before breaking a promise to a woman. Never hurt a woman, because you never know what she may become. Their hearts are fragile; treat them like eggs. They care deeply about the men they love, but once you're off their list, your existence or demise means nothing to them anymore… "If a broken woman seeks revenge, be prepared to face the worst fate. Women are the salt of the earth; the sweeteners of the universe. Once they set their minds on something, they're unstoppable…

Chapter 34 I was heartbroken. I felt shattered in places I didn’t know that I could break. Nathan’s words played in my head like a cruel echo. “I never cared for you. I was just using you...” I couldn’t believe it. I refuse to believe it. Didn’t I just see him yesterday? Didn’t he hold my hand like I was the last thing keeping him in this world? Why did he do this to me? I curled up in the hospital bed, knees tucked into my chest, hugging myself like I could hold all my broken pieces together. My chest hurt, my wound pulsed in rhythm with my sobs, but the ache in my heart swallowed everything else.

As if I’m something that can be unremembered. I draw in a shaky breath, wipe my face, and push myself up. I don’t know where I’m going. I just start walking. The house feels too tight. Too cold. My heart aches too much to stay. They all say the same thing in the end—love, forever, stay with me. But they all leave. They all shatter me. I walk into the night. The streets are quiet. A breeze brushes against my skin, but I don’t feel it. Inside me, something burns. My chest, my eyes, my soul. Like my whole existence is written to never know peace. Never know what it means to be truly wanted.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

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How pathetic. It was nicer when things were just bad… not now that they are worse. Now the worst thing is that if I’m wrong, people get hurt. And even if I’m right, people will still get hurt. I try to cosy up and sleep. ~~~ At 5:12 AM my alarm clock buzzes. I quickly kill it before it can wake the neighbors or better still my mom. I dress in all black. It includes my hoodie, my jeans and my sneakers. I check the burner phone twice, to make sure the files are encrypted and I still check again before leaving. Right now… Paranoia isn’t a feeling anymore, It’s sadly now a habit.