Ditching My Boyfriend Of Eight Years Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Much love, xx ~~ btw, I've got a new book and it should be up today on my profiIe. It’s called FALLING FOR MY HUSBAND. It'd be nice to see you guys there. It's my first take on an arranged marriage trope and it’s a bit lighter than this one ;) thank you again

​DAMON'S POV: ​ It has been eight long years since I walked away from the grand estate with my head low and my chest feeling like it had been sliced open. Eight years since I left behind every single thing I had ever known, loved, or trusted. Eight years since Isabelle Valancourt looked me dead in the eye and told me I was a nobody, that I was just a poor groundskeeper's son, and that she wanted me out of her life forever.

He deliberately trailed off, sliding his hand down Kelly's arm to grab her wrist. I sniffled, but as I stared at that hand that had held mine countless times before, I suddenly found that I had no tears to cry. My voice was a lot calmer and steadier than I had expected when I said, "No need. We're no longer an item, so I wish you two all the best." With that, I turned to leave. The smile on Zachary's face froze momentarily, but then he let out a scoff. "What's with the tough and stubborn act? You'll definitely come crawling back to me within three days. Anyway, I guess I'll just have to enjoy myself with my new babe for today."

That feeling—utter despair—I'd lived through in fragments for five long years. Finally, my own dawn had come. And I was ready to step into the future—with the person I truly loved.

He had been patient, kind, always respectful. Then one day he asked me to be his boyfriend. And I disappeared. Blocked him everywhere. Ghosted him completely. Not because he did anything wrong. But because that was around the time everything in my life started collapsing. Dad’s arrest. The stroke he suffered in jail. Hospital bills piling up. My family falling apart overnight. Dating someone was the last thing on my mind. But Sean never deserved to be cut off like that. “We never even kissed,” I murmured quietly.

On it, someone had written with a childish scrawl: "Reconciliation Ticket." "You promised me, Shana, that no matter what I did wrong, you'd give me a chance when I showed this to you," he begged. "We've been by each other's side for 15 years, in love for eight years. Is everything so worthless to you that you can forget about it so easily?"

I said, and we stopped talking when we had the orders, and we served the food to the customers. I haven't heard about my boyfriend for another week, and I know what we had was over, and Alice was right. I was in deep pain, and I never realized there was this kind of pain. It feels like I am dying inside.. I hate what Ashton did to me, and I promised myself never to see him again until one day something happened that made me want to disappear forever, but I didn't have a choice but to find Ashton Pritzgold.

Discomfited, Leyla sneered, "But it's not just hearsay, because my cousin is the one who has grown up with that man! I know very well what you had done. You stole your best friend's boyfriend by some dirty tricks for money. Then you forced him to marry you with the help of his grandfather who were fond of you after your friend died." Now... his grandpa died, and you're dumped! That is because the girl that he has grown up with has come back, and you have to give way to her. Rita Brown, you are nothing but a rat gold digger to him from the beginning,

asks the boss's brother who's standing next to me, while I'm still in shock. "Eight years of dating, and nowadays we decided to look for something to bond us and make a definitive pact for our love," the girl says, gazing at the guy. Wow...that's a long time! Incredible, eight years is too much, I haven't even completed six months and I've already been abandoned. "Marriage?" It's impossible! Now the man has become a salesman, he took my job, although he's doing it very well. Every time I feel him close to me, I feel like pushing him away.