Ditching My Boyfriend Of Eight Years Novel Novels & Stories

Hearing my best friend Cathy Capshaw's inner thoughts again, a cold sweat reflexively broke out across my back. This was exactly what had happened in my previous life. I, Bridget Dewan, had happily dressed up and gone out with my boyfriend, Brian Eggert, to celebrate New Year's Eve. But when he handed me my gift, I saw that it was a used purse. Even the tag on the purse didn't match the box it came in. I angrily questioned him, but he insisted that he'd bought it from the official boutique. When I asked him to show me the purchase record, he couldn't produce it, no matter how long he searched. Then he claimed that Cathy had come into contact with the purse before, so maybe it had something t

My boyfriend of eight months was leaving me on the side of a deserted highway. “You’re a fucking asshole, Mark.” “Takes one to know one. Get your shit and go.” I didn’t have any “shit.” Just my small crossbody bag. With trembling hands, I shoved the door open, and stumbled out onto the gravel. Before I could even turn around, he’d leaned over and yanked the door shut, kicking up a cloud of dust and road grit as he peeled off. It made me cough as I stood there, watching his car shrink into a speck and then disappear.

He always managed to defuse the awkwardness that had grown between us after years of estrangement. Mom would just peel and cut fruit by the side before handing them to me with a neutral expression. I finally recovered completely and was discharged soon after. On the day of my discharge, Alexander carried my bag and enthusiastically discussed plans for our honeymoon, either in the beautiful mountains or by a sunny beach. "Vivian!" A woman with disheveled hair and a foul sewer stench about her suddenly rushed out from behind the hospital flowerbed, lunging at me. Alexander immediately shielded me behind him.

I was constantly second-guessing myself, trying to read his mood. "Actually…" He trailed off before continuing, "I already broke up with Angelica." I almost laughed at his words. History was repeating itself. He'd dropped this same bombshell at the exact moment in my previous life. I'd immediately changed my college choice because of it. Just when I'd worked up the courage to confess my feelings to him, he'd gotten back together with Angelica. I just replied curtly, "Oh." Then I stood up and added, "That's none of my business. I wish you all the best, Maxwell."

"The daughter of the Frostfang pack is not so desperate as to beg someone to become her mate." Uncle George stepped forward, leaning on his cane as he spoke in a solemn voice. "Since words have been spoken to the absolute, this mate alliance is hereby dissolved. Ryan, return to your room immediately and copy the ancestral rules. Do not take a single step out until you finish!" Ryan still wanted to argue, but he was forced back by Uncle George's sharp gaze. He glared at me fiercely, then turned and left with his fists clenched. Lily cried pitifully, tugging at Ethan's sleeve, "Ethan, it's all my fault. Don't be angry with Blair because of me…"

"No man will accept a woman who gets dumped in public! And you—sharp-tongued, narrow-minded—no one will ever tolerate you the way I did!" I tightened my grip around the bouquet, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill. "We have nothing to do with each other now. My life is none of your concern." With the guests gasping around us, I walked toward Gordon Hunt, who was on the verge of bankruptcy. "Gordon," I said, "would you still be willing to be my fiancé… and the main character of today's event?"

The door was left ajar so I could see everything that was happening inside. I froze as my jaw dropped. I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't seeing things. It wasn't another Liam. It was my boyfriend. My boyfriend of seven years. I felt an indescribable pain in my chest like something just plunged their hand into my chest and ripped out my heart, I was shattered, broken. He was too lost in pleasing another woman that he hadn't even noticed me. He had his head thrown back in pleasure with his eyes closed as he thrust furiously into the woman who was on all fours and I just stood there watching—my heart breaking into pieces.

I understood, but it did not make the bitterness in my chest any easier to swallow. "I will," I said, my voice hollow. The sound of running water from the bathroom stopped, and my heart pounded. The thought of seeing Henry made my skin crawl. Without thinking, I turned and fled. … I moved to a new place, changed my phone number, and within two weeks, I had a new boyfriend, a guy two years younger than me. When Macie found out, she was stunned and demanded to meet my new boyfriend. Her shock made me wonder if she had forgotten she was the one who urged me to move on. Thankfully, she did not bring Henry up, and I didn't ask.

“You too? Unbelievable.” “Thank you, honey. She just needed someone to tell her the truth.” Mrs. McQuoid smiled, happy at her husband’s supportive words. But Mr. McQuoid smiled, his face on his food. “She’s right about you getting a lover. I mean, after the boyfriend of yours ditched you four years ago, I believe…” “I ditched him, Dad.” She rolled her eyes. “I have always ended it before they had the opportunity to.” Not entirely true. She only had a boyfriend before the contract between Ranya and her. And not to mention that Ranya ended whatever relationship they had first in the cruelest way.

I would just explain everything to him when we get out of here. “Your partner? What of our baby? You left —” “What's going on here, darling? Is he harassing you?” Brion demanded as he walked over to my side and took my hand in his. “What do you want from her?” He demanded, glaring at Dashiell, who looked like he was having a nightmare. “You are dating him?” He asked, staring at me with a sad expression. “I thought….” “What? That I will continue being the docile wife you treated like trash all those years?” I scoffed. “I'm not the same Nova that left five years ago.”