Ditching My Boyfriend Of Eight Years Novel Novels & Stories

Another chance of him getting drafted into the NFL But when the hotel door opened, my step-sister and my boyfriend were fucking. I could remember her smug face clearly. She had pretended to be sorry. When I confront my boyfriend his words were; “I didn't love you, I never did and you are too fat, I am only with you because of your dedication to me, I love Camille…I have wanted to tell you about us but Camille is scared that you will be sad and mad at her but it is good that you now know….,”

And he made sure none of the people I loved had to worry about the things that used to keep me up at night. And in return, I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t leave. I didn’t make scenes unless he needed one. Honestly, anything was better than standing by the roadside, waiting to be picked up and used like trash. So I stayed. Maybe I was pretty stupid. But what's love if my family isn't loved as well? I pushed open the bedroom door. "Liam," I said, with my overly practised glossy eyes I had probably used a million times already. Daisy looked up first.

For once, she spoke to me softly. “Clyde, believe me! Those photos were just Tobias messing around with editing. Nothing happened between us. I swear!” Alma must have been frantic with desperation. She was treating me like a three-year-old. I said coldly, “You and I aren’t married anymore. Whatever’s going on with you two is no longer my business.” Seeing that I remained unmoved, Alma tugged at my sleeve and started to sob. “Clyde, we supported each other. We went through so much to get to where we are today after graduating from medical school. Are you really going to abandon me so easily?”

But it felt like I was still glued to them to him. I picked up the book again. Big mistake. The priest had Poppy, the main character, bent over the kitchen counter now, her bare ass in the air and his mouth working unholy things. His hands covered every inch of her, like he was trying to imprint himself. The book fell from my hands a second time. It had been two years since my ex-boyfriend walked away without an explanation. Two years since a man had touched me the way I wanted. Two years of writing about romance and thrill that I couldn’t feel.

We started spending less and less time together, and Caesar eventually grew distant. Half a year ago, they kicked me out of the family. Joey spotted his future brother-in-law being intimate with another woman while buying jewelry half a month ago. It angered him so much that it triggered his uremia. He had a kidney match and an upcoming surgery with a low failure rate, but his useless sister was not able to get enough money for the surgery, which led to his early death. Now, my Don boyfriend, who was standing in front of me, no longer had a place in his heart for me.

Derek led Fitch in, his face lit up with excitement like he was about to watch a show. When Fitch’s gaze met mine, my throat tightened. Those green eyes always unraveled me so easily—both calming and unsettling at once. The memory of that chocolate‑shared kiss flashed through my mind, and my cheeks instantly warmed. Fitch curved his lips slightly, as if he could see straight through my thoughts. I shot him an annoyed look and stood up. Dad straightened his back, doing his best to look intimidating. Would that work on a white‑wolf Alpha? “Fitch, this is my dad. Dad, this is my boyfriend, Fitch,” I said.

I’d burst into tears right here in public and that would not be cool. My boyfriend had dumped me a week ago, the dumb fuck. I’d given two years of love to that guy only to have him break up with me over text. The only good thing was that I’d had just enough time to reconnect with an old friend, Jasper. Though he was close to eight years older than me, I was mature for my eighteen years, and we had tons to talk about. About the same time my relationship had ended, his girlfriend had dumped him and this was the first time we’d seen each other face to face in years. Hopefully.

"Go back! Let's spare each other some dignity! It's really rude to continue making a fuss." After that day, they never came to see me again. Three months later, Bakersville had its first snowfall since the start of winter. The snow covered the campus like a thick blanket. Liam asked my roommate to bring me breakfast. I was admiring the snow through the window when I accidentally spilled milk on the newspaper while I was drinking it. I then found out that a murder had taken place nearby not long ago. Two men partnered up to kill a young woman and eventually committed suicide by lying on the railway tracks.

The furthest things from what I could actually need in my quest to start over again. Find a new life in an old city, that always felt like home to me. One brother accuses me of only liking what’s bad for me. While the other swears the only reason I don’t know better is because I never had good sex. Well, that or a normal, healthy relationship to know well enough when to walk away from jackasses. Not my fault the little toad that named me after the catastrophe cat stole the only good boyfriend I had. Granted you can’t steal something that wasn’t yours in the first place, and obviously, Alex is gay being engaged to Nicky.

For five years, he thought I was just another small-town girl like him. So for the past five years, I never told him the truth. In his eyes, I was just another small-town girl like him. In those five years, I went from newbie to name partner material. We crushed firm bonuses three years straight. Everyone called us the golden couple. I figured someday he'd be cool with the truth. But that moment never came. I sighed. No point now. "Okay. I'll go." My parents lit up. Mom squeezed my hand. "Good girl. We'll book your flight. You're not staying here and suffering."