Broken Melody Novels & Stories

Chapter Nine Melody’s POV I close my door behind myself and lean against it as my heart returns to its normal rhythm. This was not how it was meant to go. I was going to show him how well I have done in his absence, that his rejection didn’t break me, it made me. I wasn’t meant to fall apart at the smallest touch, and my body certainly wasn’t meant to melt in his presence. It’s not right. I worked so hard to put myself back together, and the stupid mate bond is ruining everything.

I sat in the empty boardroom, my mind numb as the magnitude of my defeat settled in. The room that had once been the battlefield of my ambitions now felt like a tomb, cold and desolate. I couldn’t remember how long I had been sitting there, staring at the table where moments before, my entire world had come crashing down.

"But you don't know how to be kind, Jay Merlot." I inched closer, raising my chin. "I know you better than anyone. And now that the world is breaking down around you, do you actually believe I'm the same Melody who used to pick up your pieces?" I rolled up my sleeves and revealed my scars—each of them a memory of hurt, of living. His eyes darkened. "Even if I wanted to forget," I breathed, "I can't. The only time I'll ever know peace is when you've failed at everything, when you've begged for your life at my feet… and stopped breathing."

Break any one of those pieces— And the bridge collapses. The cavern grows quiet again as the implications settle. Outside, the night wind shifts. The seam vibrates faintly once more. Yes. She is learning. And the king is reaching. But harmony is fragile. It only takes one discordant note to ruin an entire symphony. And I have always been very good at ruining music.

' 'That heartless woman! She had used this method to take revenge on me. On top of the divorce agreement was a folded medical report. My hands trembled violently with rage, barely able to hold the thin sheet of paper. It was a miscarriage report. "No... It can’t be..." I muttered to myself, feeling the world spin around me. I tried to reach out to Jessica telepathically, but it was as if an invisible wall kept us apart. It was impenetrable. Jessica had completely severed our connection.

He was drunk and mad at me but he needed someone here right now. "No you don't," Noah smiled a sad smile, his eyes narrowing on me. "I don't want you here if you're only halfway here. I don't want you here because I'm hurting right now and you want to hold me together for a bit longer. Don't you see, that hurts me more because tomorrow you'll be gone again."

They were too absorbed in looking at the monument and remembering that night to notice my paralyzed state. I was also remembering that night. But another moment, before I fell into the fountain. *** [Flashback on] “Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, It's home from work we go” I could see Tom stumbling along singing the song of the seven dwarfs from Snow White, laughing like a hyena. I was laughing too, we all were, with all the alcohol in our systems even the air was funny.

Like a fool for love, I concluded in my mind to dial Roderigo, seeking any opportunity that would bring us back together. The first two dails were hung up, the 3rd and 4th one were left to ring until the call ended, I tried making one last attempt but his phone was switched off. This only got me more desperate and hurt. I felt to be put out of this mean world. ************* Bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! The alarm bipped nonstop that I had to hit it till it made no more noise. It was now I was beginning to regain my consciousness.

Chapter 24. Analyzing and Realization. Denzel went upstairs to bring Cyrus for lunch. He knew Cyrus would be upset and as expected he was. Not only mentally but he was physically stressed too. Bone Marrow transplant surgery was a hell complicated. It was just because he was an adult, he recovered the post-surgery stress quickly. But those frequent moves, mental stress. All shouting yelling, it put him back to square one. Denzel opened the door of the room to see Bright working on his mid back, where it was strained most. And Win bandaging his hand.

The sharp awareness that love, once trusted blindly, could fracture without warning. Betrayal had not only ended her marriage; it had altered the architecture of her trust. Yet as she stood there now, coffee cooling in her hand, she found herself thinking not of contracts or strategy meetings, but of a message she had received at sunrise. Calvin: “Training before the sun comes up. You’d appreciate the symmetry of it.” Attached was a photograph — not of himself, but of the racetrack bathed in pale gold light. Empty. Quiet. Possibility stretching ahead in smooth curves.