Everything Falls Apart Book Novels & Stories

Her mind wasn’t in the room with them again. “Rich snobs and their condescending, out-of-touch-with-reality attitudes couldn’t see a good thing and not want to have it, even an honest man’s hard work.” She scowled. “Of course he refused…” she reached for a box of tissues as a tear slipped out. “One night, a week after he refused multiple offers. His restaurant was razed down with him in it…investigations ruled it an electrical malfunction.” Shock hit me. “Hard to believe it was merely coincidence right?” She gave a very sad smile while she dabbed her wet eyes.

I looked back at the woman, but I couldn’t see her anymore. The walls around us began to crumble, pieces falling to the ground with loud crashes. The dining table shook violently, and I tried to stand, but my legs felt like they were sinking into the floor. Everything was falling apart, like it always did. The happiness, the comfort, it was all slipping through my fingers, turning to dust before I could hold onto it.

“I really do know I was wrong. I let my mind wander in our marriage. But it's the same mistake any man might make, and I swear it will never happen again.” “I've cut Vivian Shaw off completely. She'll never disturb our lives again. Can't we go back to how we were and build a good life together?” His manner was sincere. I knew he wasn't lying. He truly did understand his mistake. But not everything in this world can be undone by an apology. Cheating was cheating. That was a fact no one could dispute. It was like a shattered mirror. Even if you forced the pieces back together, the cracks remained. I shook my head. “Adrian, from the moment your attention strayed, we were never going back.”

The old man’s face turned gray, his lips growing bluer by the second. Marcus ran to his sire, and yanked him out of his friend’s clutches. Blackstone fell, cradling his left arm. His gaze met his son’s, eyes wide with fright. Slowly, the man’s breaths weakened and he sagged against the floor. Marcus lifted him, studying him closely. Death filled his eyes, just as had happened when Matthew’s life slipped away.

I can stare at the mess until I get a broom and throw what has become of my favorite wine glass away in the trash, accepting the fact that it can never be mended again. But I don't want to do that. Instead, I currently sit on the kitchen floor and cry against the cabinets at the messes I've made. And when I realize that there is a chance that everything I've caused may be unfixable, that's when I pitifully break down into complete and utter sobs. END OF BOOK 1

Collapsing on the hard floor, he leaned against the large bookshelf behind him as he gasped for air. "Leave me alone," he whimpered, tugging at his hair and he rocked back and forth. He came back to this house after five years, the place where all of his misery began because he wanted to face all of his fears and live like a normal human being. He didn't want to carry this burden anymore but all he could hear was the screams of his little sister and the wailing of his mother. He could not get rid of the gruesome image in his head, he felt suffocated so he resorted to banging his head against the large shelf, trying to get rid of the voices in his head.

Poverty would strain any marriage, especially for people like them who were already morally bankrupt and could only share wealth, not hardship. Having lost me as their pillar, their finances became suddenly tight. The place they rented was small and old. Donovan's work remained unstable, and the factory where Sloane worked had inconsistent business.

The office computers were all second-hand junk, and the desks and chairs weren't worth much either. The only thing that had any real value was the chassis salvaged from the burned remains of my workstation. Ironic, right? Still, I obtained a court enforcement order. Martin lost his apartment and his car. He was also placed on the list of debt defaulters. From then on, he couldn't take trains or flights or stay in decent hotels anymore. For someone who once called himself an elite, that kind of life was worse than death.

"Jessica! Don't go. Listen to my explanation!" I frowned and turned back. Holding tightly onto me with both hands, Lucas said anxiously, "I was deceived! It was Lucy—she seduced me..." I pulled my hand away coldly. "And you think you're blameless?" Lucas blocked the car door and pleaded desperately, "Jessica, I'm sorry. I failed you. Please, just give me one more chance!" Men were always like this. When they cheated, they became smug, convinced they had fooled everyone while openly indulging in the thrill of betrayal. But once the truth came out, they suddenly believed that as long as they lowered their pride and apologized, they deserved forgiveness.

Outside the window, the collapse of the world intensified. Skyscrapers fell one after another. The ground split open with massive cracks, where rivers of molten lava gushed out, staining half the sky a burning red. The wind howled violently. Rain poured down in sheets. Hailstones crashed against everything in sight. The entire world was shaking and falling apart. The cries of people grew fainter and fainter until they eventually disappeared completely. Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster.