Broken Heart Novel Novels & Stories

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

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.

He then furiously beat Flora until she miscarried. After being taken to the hospital, Flora died not long after. Thereafter, Adrian lost both his pup and his mate and suffered a tremendous psychological and emotional blow. He was soon imprisoned in the pack's jail for intentional homicide. Meanwhile, life for Blaise and me became increasingly fulfilling. I gradually healed from my past wounds, and together with Blaise, we nurtured many pups. In fact, we became the happy couple that everyone admired.

"Why? Why would you save him? You loved me the most. He rejected you! Why are you still protecting him?" It was then that I noticed Sophia had collapsed on the ground, the knife embedded in her chest. She ignored Adrian's desperate cries, her eyes fixed solely on me. "Lucas..." Sophia was rushed to the hospital, while Adrian was taken away by the police. I later learned Adrian had broken up with Sophia earlier because he'd found a wealthy woman, believing he'd marry into riches. Instead, she'd taken him to a remote rural area, where he'd struggled until he finally escaped.

Meanwhile, all she received were brutal verbal lashings. As for me, I no longer felt anything. I could only chalk it up to this being her own doing. Vivian, on the other hand, had to be regretting the choices she made. If she hadn't broken off our engagement, Saddler Group would've thrived with the support of Griffith Corporation. She'd be enjoying her time at a fancy retreat for new moms and treated like the precious part of our family she was meant to be. She knew that. But this was the path she had chosen.

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

I’d picked him over her, like a fool. And when it all fell apart—when Bruno proved her right in the cruelest way possible—I went crawling back. She didn’t take me in. She turned me away. That rejection had cut deeper than Bruno’s betrayal. Because losing a boy was one thing. Losing your best friend? That was losing a part of yourself. Which is why my heart nearly stopped when I heard the voice behind me. “Well, if it isn’t Nova Ashton.” I froze. For a heartbeat, I thought I’d imagined it. That my mind had finally decided to torment me by conjuring her voice out of thin air.

A woman who would challenge Frederick at every turn, who would fight him for control of Theodore Group. And I realized — I wasn’t sure I wanted to be the girl standing by his side while someone like her loomed in his life. I had fallen for Frederick’s quiet strength, his rare moments of vulnerability, his kind, calculating mind. But what if Mira’s arrival broke him in ways I couldn’t mend? What if his past — Isabella, Mira, the expectations of his family — crushed the fragile bond we had begun to build? I pressed my hands against my chest, trying to slow the frantic beat of my heart. “Nova,” I whispered to myself, “what are you thinking? You’ve never believed in slow things… and now your hea

"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 sigh. He would, everyone leaves in the end. Who would want to have someone like me in their life? Ryland caresses my cheek. "Gracie, we all have our demons and scars. We all have our secrets and our reasons for being broken. It doesn't mean we need to go through life alone." I feel the tears in my eyes as he said the words to me. It is evident that he has his own struggles too. He is also fighting his personal demons. "Something tells me you haven't had an easy life either," I say softly.