Dumped By My Fiance Novels & Stories

“She used to be great. I’ve known her since we were kids, you know. And back then, she…she was like a drop of sunshine. She was bright and warm. She could be friends with anybody, because she was funny and caring and cool.” “So what happened?” I asked. He sighed. “Honestly? I don’t know,” he admitted. “She…went to college in another town. Called me one day and said she’d fallen in love with someone else. Had agreed to marry him.” My nose curled in disgust. “Over the phone?” I asked. He nodded, lips pressed into a thin line. “Pathetic, right? I was dumped over the phone.” “That’s not pathetic,” I said. “That’s mean!”

[Jake's POV] "Oh! Her?" I let out a shaky, nervous laugh, relief washing over me. "Elena Campbell? She's not my girlfriend. She's just... she's just a toy. You know how it is. She did my homework for me. She's pathetic, really. Needy. Poor. I dumped her weeks ago!" I leaned forward, trying to sound conspiratorial. "You interested in that little prude? Virgin-level boring? I can hook you up with her, man. I can give you her number, her address, whatever you want. Just let me go."

ELARA “Hold it steady, baby, I need to watch this again later.” A pool of saliva gathered in my throat, my fingers went numb and my phone slipped from my grip. I’d just revealed my fiancé on Dilly app, and almost at once, I got a video message and an apology from a friend back in college. In the grainy footage that was still replaying on my screen, my fiancé, David was balls deep in said college friend, pounding her with the energy of a bull.

Tammy stood next to Stacy, defending her while shouting angrily at me. I stared at the daughter I'd poured all of my heart and soul into raising and felt my heart slowly drop to my stomach. I slowly asked, "Then, what about you? Did you also forget that I was deathly allergic to flowers?" "I'm always busy with homework and having to memorize shit all day. How could I possibly remember something as stupid as that?" She answered me so matter-of-factly as though my life was just something menial in her eyes. I inhaled deeply and forced myself to calm down. Then, I looked at Stacy and said, "Let's get divorced."

Marissa Jones, my fiancee, and William Chase, her childhood friend, disappeared into the ensuite bathroom. Everyone else in the room was thoroughly amused by the situation. They aimed their phones at the frosted glass of the bathroom to record what was happening. We were at a luxury clubhouse, but the soundproofing wasn't all that great. Despite being separated by a door, I could still hear William's moans loud and clear.

19. Soraya🍒 These past few weeks haven't been good for me. It's one chaos after another. It all began with that ominous sign. Finding your five-year fiancée having an affair with your best friend can't be good. To make things worse, they even got married using your money to pay for it. No one in their right mind would come out unscathed. In the past, I used to spend my time focusing on my design and helping Jasper with his company, but I lost sight of myself.

My stomach dropped through the floor. "I don't know," I whispered. She didn't need to say it. I already knew. I sat in that hut for a long time after she left, one hand pressed flat against my stomach, and something strange happened. Under all the fear, under the shame that wasn't even mine to carry, there was a small fierce heat starting to burn. A child. Mine. Not Priya's, not Marisol's, not anybody's to slap or shame or throw scraps at. That night I heard the news from two omegas gossiping outside my curtain wall. The engagement announcement had been moved up. Kian and Priya, official within the month.

I sank beside the flower bed outside the hotel. The winter wind cut through me like a blade. My hands and feet had gone numb. But I didn't dare go inside. I didn't dare face my mom. She was suffering because of me. I kept calling Mara. She never answered. Just when despair was about to swallow me whole, she finally picked up. In the silence, I asked urgently, "What do you want me to do?" A soft laugh came through the phone. "Go crazy. Post our marriage certificate. Tell everyone we're husband and wife. Call Asher the side piece."

He took Kathy's arm, pledging his loyalty. "Kathy, don't worry. I'll be on my best behavior. I absolutely won't embarrass you at an event like that." I had zero interest in their third-rate soap opera. I shook her hand off and walked away, leaving them with one last sentence. "I hope you're all still smiling in three days." Stepping out of the airport terminal and breathing in the cool, fresh air, my mood finally began to lift. Five years ago, facing an arranged business marriage forced upon me by my family, I made one last desperate attempt.

Saturday morning. Jordan's apartment. Four hundred and twelve social media notifications. Isla had stopped counting. She was sitting cross-legged on the guest bed surrounded by the three hundred pages of reading material Damien had sent over, a highlighter in her hand and a half-eaten piece of toast going cold beside her. She'd been awake since five. She was smiling. "That's not normal," Jordan said from the doorway. "What?" "You're reading utility company contracts and smiling. At eight in the morning. Two days after your fiancé cheated on you."