Ditching My Boyfriend Of Eight Years Novel 소설 & 이야기

It may hurt Nathan now, but he is definitely better off not having her in his life. Granted, Dutton is still civil to me, but the bond we had is gone. Why do I miss it so much? It’s not like he was my boyfriend or anything. Oh gawd, did I want Dutton to be my boyfriend? He turned thirteen at the end of August, and I turn fifteen in three days. He’s too young, isn’t he? Plus, he probably doesn’t feel that way about girls yet. As far as boyfriends are concerned, I don’t have the greatest luck. I’ve only had two of them; one was a tween romance about barely holding hands, and the other was Pierre. Ugh… Pierre. That lasted all of four weeks because he wanted a whole heck of a lot more than holdi

“Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!” “Oh my God, can you sign my Kindle?” another voice piped in. The pink haired girl who had been trying to maintain composure, gave up entirely. “Can I just say…your last book? Masterpiece. My boyfriend dumped me the same week I read it, and I just cried and ate ice cream for three days, and it felt like you were writing about me.” “That’s… wonderful?” I squeaked. Wonderful. Really, India? That’s the word you came up with?

Ethan showed up at my door just after midnight, eyes red and swollen, shoulders slumped like the weight of the world had crushed him. His boyfriend of two years had dumped him that afternoon with some cold bullshit about needing space. Ethan had been all in, talking rings and moving in together, and now he sat on my couch clutching a half-empty bottle of whiskey, voice cracking as he muttered how undesirable he felt, how no one would ever want him again.

"Do you know, Kingston? I needed warmth and strength too much. My boyfriend was all of my warmth and strength. Without him, it made me feel even more terrified than owing tens of thousands of dollars. Without him, I felt like I could die. After I was thrown out by the police, I was still unwilling to give up. I stayed at the entrance of their neighborhood to wait for him every day regardless of day or night. I didn't go find a job. I didn't do anything at all. I just relied on the money from my credit card to move back and forth repeatedly. The more I moved back and forth, the less money I had. I spent the entire year keeping watch at the entrance of my boyfriend's neighborhood with the hope

Everyone looked at her. Zyla said seriously, "Kieran never lied to me. I willingly became his girlfriend." At those words, Brett let out a cold snort. "What's this? Are you reminiscing about the past now? Do you regret it? Let me tell you. Even if you regret it, it's too late!" I was a bit surprised. Had Zyla lost her mind? Or did she find out about my current status and was deliberately putting on a show? But that didn't make sense. I hadn't been back for eight years. After being humiliated by Brett back then, I left and swore that I would make something of myself.

“You really didn’t miss me at all.” I shoved him away, pulse racing. “Mr. Dawson, since you’re about to get married, even siblings by adoption should keep appropriate distance.” I walked out before he could say anything else. I knew I was running again. Even after three years, I still solved problems by fleeing from them. By the time I returned to the conference room, my team had already arrived.

“You know, you never told me about your long twenty-four hours.” “It is not really… you would be bored,” I mumble, shaking my head. “I doubt I would find it boring,” he says, and when I give him a look, he gives a small shrug. “I guess I just find you really fascinating.” I can’t help but make a face, my smile faltering for a moment. “Believe me, it’s not fascinating. Yesterday, I discovered that my boyfriend of two years has been cheating on me… with a damn groupie.”

Shawn yelled angrily, "Sonia, we'll never have anything to do with each other again if you leave with this stranger!" I said flatly without looking back, "We haven’t had anything to do with each other for a long time now. Your fiancée is now Britney Zigger." I thought I loved Shawn so much that I would be in agony if I left him. Though it was painful to leave, I felt like I was reborn. I finally realized that we had too many problems, the biggest being Britney. Looking at this matter as an outsider, I could no longer persuade myself that they were only good friends. However, it had nothing to do with me anymore. The only thing I had to consider now was how to support myself.

On the day I returned to the country, my boyfriend, Sean Hoult, threw me a welcome home party. However, my old friends all eyed me with looks of dissatisfaction and resentment as they made sarcastic comments. Someone remarked, "I'm amazed. Who would've thought that the person who up and left would actually be shameless enough to come back?" The others chimed in, expressing their agreement. "I know, right? She's so shameless." When I left the country, Sean had been gravely ill with barely any hope of survival, and his business was in dire straits.

I sat in the bathtub covered in bubbles and foam and the only thing I could think of was my life and how miserable it has been. From being dumped by my boyfriend of Three years on our anniversary to getting married to someone who despises me and chooses his lover over me. The fact that he made it clear to me that he loves and values Fiona more than me shouldn't have hurt me but for some it does, it brought back the pains that I have been trying to forget, the pains that Frank has caused me.