Ditching My Boyfriend Of Eight Years Novel 소설 & 이야기

And now here I am in this little college town in New York, a long way from Rhode Island where I'd grown up, where I had always believed I would spend my whole existence. I'd loved my home, the big old farmhouse where generations of Abbotts had lived since the eighteen hundreds. I'd loved the woods around our acreage, where Steph and I had spent countless hours weaving tales of happily ever after. My happily ever after had come crashing down around me after my first year at the local university when I found my boyfriend in bed with my cousin. An experience that had sent my life spiraling out of control, burying me under a pain I thought I'd never escape from. Until I landed here and felt like

A guy's voice suddenly said from behind me, cold and firm, slightly familiar but I didn't turn back to look. “Y-you think I'm pathetic?” I sniffled, my nose thick with snot. “I-I don't blame you. But try falling in love, summoning courage to confess, and then get rejected, maybe then you'd feel pity for me.” Using the back of my palm to clean off the tears that kept coming, I continued. “I-its been eighteen years, eighteen long years and I've never had a male friend, least of all a boyfriend.”

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.

I sighed. Matt reached for my hand, and I didn't pull away. That was just what couples do. And Matt had been my boyfriend for a year now. I had closed myself off to love for a long time after Lucius disappeared. I woke up in that hospital bed with a broken leg, a fractured arm, and barely a whisper of memory where he apologized and said he loved me—it shattered me.

He winked and started the car. I chuckled and decided to leave that part of the story until later in the evening. Telling him that my boyfriend of two years dropped me like a sack of rocks with nothing more than a note didn't seem like a positive start to the evening. "Thank you. Now... tell me about the situation you're dealing with at work. Maybe I can help." He reached up and turned on the air conditioner. "All right, but it's embarrassing. You up for hearing something a little too personal?"