Chapter 13 Ruined My Life Novels & Stories

I can't see myself ever loving another like I did her, nor willI ever open my heart for another woman, not like I did for her, Isabella ruined me for all women, she was and still is the cause of my downfall. After she left me, my life just crumbled and everything fell apart. I fell deeper into drugs. I had given my whole life to her, I had given her everything she wanted, I couldn't cope without her. That's when things went completely south. I started to skip work, I missed important meetings, all I wanted was sex, booze and drugs, after a few months things just went from bad to worse. I couldn't handle it. I lost sight of everything that was important to me, the business suffered, the wome

“I can't believe that you can ruin someone else's life just like that all for money. How cruel can you people be? Do you know the damage that you have caused her?“ Do you know the pain?” None of them has a shit to say except burying their shameless faces in the air, perhaps wishing the ground could swallow them whole. I take a deep breath, the weight of their betrayal sinking in, but instead of breaking me, it fuels the fire inside. “Well, congratulations, Martha. You and your husband got exactly what you wanted—my life in ruins. But for all of you, here is the thing: you failed to destroy me completely. You actually did nothing because, as you can see, I am still standing. And for that reas

Aurora’s POV “You ruined my life,” Quinn said, glaring dangerously into my eyes. I was tied to the chair, unable to move. “I never did; you ruined your own life, Quinn. You wanted everything that belonged to me; all this won’t have happened if you were content!” I yelled, frustrated. Quinn hit me harshly in the face for the billionth time. I was in excruciating pain; I had no more energy in me to cry out. All those men laughed as she repeatedly hit me, and I lost all hope. Was I going to die here? After all my sufferings, is this how I would finally end? A few weeks ago, I had finally gotten rid of my anxiety, and I was living my best life with my family. How did I get here?…

He started rambling, "Is your life the only one that matters? Do other people's lives not count? You just injured your right hand! Do you know how many people died in the earthquake? And you call yourself a doctor! "So what if you can't perform surgeries anymore? There are plenty of talented doctors in this country. Do you think the hospital can't function without you?" His self-righteous attempt to guilt-trip me destroyed any lingering feelings I had for him. It was true that other people's lives mattered too, and I was indeed lucky to have only injured my hand in the earthquake. But if Shaun had helped move the cupboard or called for help without delay, I could have been rescued sooner. My

When he'd already promised himself to someone else? What had I done to deserve being treated like this? Like I was nothing. Like I was disposable. I would never be this stupid again. Never trust like this. Never give someone this much power to destroy me. The cab ride felt both endless and too short. When we finally pulled up to my house, I shoved cash at the driver with a mumbled thanks and stumbled out, dragging my luggage behind me. The moment my feet hit the driveway, something felt wrong. Everything felt wrong.

You were the miracle she paid for with her life. And I helped shatter that miracle. Every single day since I left, I have lived with the shame of being the homewrecker. I see your face in my dreams the moment you walked into the kitchen and saw us. I hear the glass breaking. I see the horror in your eyes. I feel your betrayal as if it were my own. I wake up gasping, knowing I was the reason you lost your safe place. I was the reason you had to pack a suitcase and leave the only home you had ever known.

“Tonight. We’re breaking into Vance Associates.” Ethan’s heart gave a violent, panicked leap. “Liam, that’s… that’s a felony. We’ll be arrested.” “We’re already losing everything, Ethan,” Liam said, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “What’s a little breaking and entering compared to a life of being ‘nobodies’? You told me you wanted to be your own man. Well, this is how you start. You take back what’s yours.” Ethan looked at the keycard. Then he looked at Liam—the man who had held him while he cried, the man who had tasted his skin, the man who was now offering him a seat on a sinking ship.

I bet she's going to move on from me sooner than later, leaving me alone in despair. It'll actually be a good thing. Just because I ruined her life doesn't mean that she should live in the ruination forever. I hope she finds true happiness, even though it's not with me. I take a swig of the champagne bottle once again, relishing in the last drop which angers me, causing me to fling the glass bottle to the ground and shattering it into a million pieces. I grit my teeth at the sight of the mess I just made. "Fuck!" I exclaim, louder than usual. I've gone mad. Totally and absolutely mad.

The tears fell freely, unrestrained rivers of despair streaming down my cheeks. Dr. Morrison's office, once a sanctuary, now bore witness to the unraveling of a soul burdened by guilt, self-loathing, and the heavy weight of consequences. I felt as if I had become a tornado of chaos, destroying everything and everyone in my path. "Why do I always ruin everything?" I sobbed, the words escaping between ragged breaths. "I've screwed over every person in my life."

To help his childhood friend secure a spot in a high-ranking institution, my boyfriend, Frederick Linton, steals my academic report. The two of them use my work to publish a research paper before I can. Then, they proceed to accuse me of plagiarism. After they twist the truth and spread it online, I become the target of a vicious wave of cyberbullying. Eventually, the relentless harassment drives me into severe depression. Meanwhile, Frederick's childhood friend, Elaine Anders, rises to prominence in the academic world using my work. On the day Elaine receives her award, Frederick gets down on one knee and proposes to her. I, on the other hand, end my life by jumping off a rooftop.