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His apology now was nothing more than a shallow feeling of guilt, and I did not need that. What I wanted was to be with someone who loved me unconditionally. Someone whose entire world revolved around me. I pulled my hand away from his. "Not a chance! Let’s just get a divorce. Even without Megan, we would’ve ended up here eventually," I said coldly. “Is there really no chance for us? Please Cat...” He looked at me with wounded eyes. "Can’t we start over? Just give me one more chance." "That’s impossible, Matthew. Don’t try to act all loving and caring—it doesn’t work on me anymore."

I completely forgot that people spoke their minds while intoxicated. The look that he gave me suggested that if there was even the slightest possibility of him forgiving me before she came in, it was all gone now. “I’ll see you during the game, Blake. And my request from earlier still stands: let’s break up.” I had heard others talk about heartbreak that was crippling and I thought they were just exaggerating. In that moment though, when the love of my life stormed out of one of my best friends’ kitchen, I understood what it meant to be paralyzed by a heart that was shattering into a million irreparable pieces and not be able to do a damn thing about it.

he said casually, though the heat in his gaze suggested he was watching Aiden’s every move. Aiden’s fingers fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve, his pulse still racing. He had come to the club to escape a heartbreak, but he had walked straight into a labyrinth. As Damien poured two glasses of crystal-clear vodka, Aiden realized his life was no longer under his own control. The heartbreak felt miles away, replaced by the terrifying, exhilarating mystery of the man sitting across from him.

"I broke your... Heart? When? I don't get it! Please, David, don't play with me." "Six years ago, that night, was the first time I had my heart broken. The woman I had loved my whole life was going to get engaged to another man. Then, like a game of fate, you came and made me at the happiest time in my life, thinking that fate was on my side. Seeing you sleeping in my arms after that very passionate night, I was determined not to let you go again. However, you left and I heard the news that you were still going to marry Jared. I was heartbroken again, feeling that you were not my destiny. The third time, hearing that you left and disappeared without a trace, I was not only heartbroken, but I

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

I was deciding. Chapter 25 POV: Lydia Hart I used to think heartbreak was loud. I imagined screaming matches, shattered glass, mascara streaked down my face as I sobbed into the arms of well-meaning friends. I thought pain announced itself, demanded attention, made itself impossible to ignore. I was wrong. Heartbreak is quiet. It sits with you at dawn when the city is still half-asleep and the world hasn’t yet decided whether it’s going to be kind. It breathes beside you like an unwanted companion. It doesn’t rush. It waits.

"What I saw this evening really break me. You broke my heart...No you broke me...I'm broken Kareem! I'm sorry I can't live with a person who don't value my existence" "Maryam please listen to me at least. I don't even remember exactly what happened!" "You were drunk aren't you? You promised me Kareem! You promised me you won't take drugs or drink again! You do....and what will even happened if I listen to you now?...what happened between us will it change? No it won't...nothing can ever change what's between us... It over Kareem and it's late already" "You're now free...you're free to finally be with your one and only safeenah who has been dead but still into your system" she said and went o

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

Chapter 7 Cleo Nothing hurts more than a broken heart . A broken heart that has not healed properly is like a scar that hasn't healed properly . On the surface everything looks standard; however when you go deeper you are still blue and black from the blow that you sufferd at the hands of the one who swore love , protection, and stability. If dealt with sooner the scar can heal if not it can rott and cause major problems. Imagine baking a cake that flops. Proper healing happens from the inside out. When you nurse your broken heart too long thinking that you're okay you end up discovering that the damage is worse than initially thought and its somehow spread to your soul. So not only are you

I saw many billionaire ex wife books and I decided to make one. In my story, I think I would like to make it like some sort of sad story because usually I love those type of stories. Also english isn't my first language but I will try my best to make this story finish. I'm pretty sure there will be lots of cliffhanger. I'm so sorry but I'm just busy with school and lessons. And sorry if it's short