Ditching My Boyfriend Of Eight Years Novel Novelas e Histórias

Daniel Harrison’s face also changed instantly. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?!” he shouted furiously. “Calling off the engagement in public—are you trying to humiliate this family to death?!” Navia looked at him steadily. “Dad, I know you’re angry. But I’ve already made my decision. I will never marry Liam Crawford because—” SLAP! Daniel’s hand struck her hard across the face. A burning red mark instantly appeared on Navia’s cheek. ***

Everything clicked. He lost it. "Bianca! I ditched my wife and wrecked my family for you! I blew a billion just to save you! Dropped another hundred million building you a whole damn park to make you happy! And this is how you pay me back? You teamed up with Uncle Nathan to screw me over! You ungrateful bitch!" Bianca didn't flinch. She let out a cold laugh. "Did I tell you to ditch your wife? Did I beg you to spend on me? Nathan's got more assets. If I spent it all saving you, we'd be broke. You want me starving with you?"

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

Yet, I had been worried that Lucas would feel inferior to me, so I purposely concealed my identity and served him diligently like a maid who had no dignity of her own. Lucas knew more than anyone else how much I loved him. That was the only reason why he was acting so brazenly now, thinking that he could easily appease me with just a few words so that I'd let him marry Isabella, the "daughter of the richest woman", while still enjoying everything I gave him. But why should I even continue tolerating him after seeing right through his character now? "That was in the past," I said, shaking Michelle's hand off. "But he and I have broken up. I will be going to the police station today, no matter

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 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.”

I try to launch to her for a hug and I am rudely stopped, maybe it is because of the stench of the jail cell since I stayed overnight. “You have a lot of explaining to do, you know I had to lie to Gian about why you are not coming to work.” She says angrily. “Sorry, I will tell you what happen when I get a shower I promise.” “Ah…” I bumped into a human wall while Clover and I were about to leave the police station. “Sorry love wasn’t looking where I was going.” Ugh, I am going to be jailed forever now, because behold the very person I vowed to beat just fell on my lap. I glare at Heath Theodore Duncan, the very reason my boyfriend broke up with me, the influential playboy who makes dumb men