Ditching My Boyfriend Of Eight Years Novel の小説・ストーリー

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."

She lifted one of her legs and the moment it touched the ground. "Fuck!!!" She exclaimed loudly. "What have I done?!" She asked herself as images from yesterday came flooding back to her. She was in the club with her friends. They had forced her to go claiming it would make her forget. Her boyfriend of six years had told her he had fallen in love with another girl. He had thrown away six years of her life. Just like that. She had thought they were both planning a future together. She had added him to all of her plans. What made it worse was the fact that she had given him all of her life savings so that they could rent an apartment in a new housing estate that had just been completed. He had

Either way, I’m not about to argue. “Suit yourself,” I say, shrugging as if it doesn’t matter. But the truth is, the thought of him entering my old world—my real world—feels unsettling. How will Jessica react to all this? How will I explain that the girl she’s known for years is now married to a billionaire she barely knows? As the car makes a sharp turn and changes direction, I catch Caspian watching me. For better or worse, this is the start of a new chapter, and I’m beginning to realize just how high the stakes really are.

Those words slashed through any hesitance I had, and I ran headfirst into the rain. Daisy posted a new story 15 minutes later. The caption read, "Another ride in Rolls-Royce Wraith. I really wanted to stand in the rain, but c'est la vie." I recognized that car's interior. The old me used to think that I should be happy that my boyfriend and best friend were getting along swimmingly. When I caught them flirting for the first time, I held my tongue. They took it as a sign to go further, and things kept getting worse from that point on.

“Really?” “Yes it is, I lost my mom. After many years, I hung up on the fact that she would return. I wanted us to be happy together, wanted us to be a big family but all those things never happened and I ended up being in a ditch. I was unhappy and I made the people around me unhappy. I put my frustration on almost everybody and that was the saddest thing that I did. I even hurt Zander” “Is he your boyfriend?” “Yeah,” I tactfully omitted Richard from my conversation. I wouldn't want to ask him about him. I haven't even seen him around.

**Sophia’s POV** My fingers were already slipping between my thighs before I even turned off the lights. I’m Sophia Vale—twenty-four, freelance romance writer, and apparently a complete pervert now. Six months ago, my boyfriend of three years left me for someone “less complicated and more fun.” Since then, I’ve been stuck in this quiet ground-floor apartment, staring at a blinking cursor every day, unable to write a single romance book with a decent sex scene because I haven’t felt truly desired in so long.

Everyone was having a blast on the yacht for Valentine’s Day when my boyfriend, Ethan Hayes, asked me to go tell his uncle I fancied him. “Go on, tell him. You’re a lucky girl if he actually takes a liking to you! Next time we meet, I might even have to call you auntie!” Vivian Lawrence, his childhood sweetheart, was by my boyfriend’s side, smiling triumphantly. Just a few minutes ago, they had shared a glass of cocktail. I clutched the watch in my pocket—bought with two months of my savings to make peace—my heart riddled with holes. Suddenly, a line of live comment lit up before my eyes: “I’m sick of this jerk. Girl, go for the uncle. He’s the real big shot. He’s fancied you for a long time

In the eighth year of my arranged marriage to Don Elias Voss, a single remark from my five-year-old son shattered every illusion I'd had about our marriage. At dinner, I was telling Elias about something funny that had happened that week, trying to make him laugh. He didn't respond. Our son, Silas Voss, did. "Mom, Dad doesn't love you. "My teacher says people only smile at people they like. "So no matter how funny your joke is, Dad isn't going to laugh." My smile froze. Elias glanced at him and didn't deny it. I'd heard the same thing from other people over the past eight years. But hearing it from a five-year-old, I couldn't keep lying to myself. I looked at Elias and asked him one last tim

And I came—without touching myself—watching my boyfriend's dick disappear into another man ropes of cum spurting and painting the door to the closet, my dick twitching and humping against it (I hoped yall enjoyed it… wait in anticipation for more like this…. I’ll be uploading the book as soon as my editor and I are on board…. Which is soon, watch out for JERKFOLIO … yeah pretty weird title but I kinda like it . I’m also sorry for the slow updates my sweet loves, exam had been taking a toll on me, I won’t be done until this month ends but I’ll definitely be uploading a lil bit here and there I love you all for sticking with me till now… I really do)

“A spilled drink I can clean. But that look on your face though… that’s harder to fix.” I bit my lip. The alcohol made everything feel loose. “I just walked in on my boyfriend of three years fucking my half-sister. In my own bed.” His eyebrows lifted slightly, but he didn’t look shocked or pitying. He looked…interested. “Damn,” he said quietly. “That’s cold.” “Yeah.” I laughed again, but this time it didn’t hurt as much. “And the worst part? I loved both of them. I really loved them. Now I’m sitting here twenty-nine days away from losing everything my mother left me because I can’t get married in time.”