Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry Summary Novels & Stories

But I never understood why. I stood up from the floor and faced the trio. They were a perfect family. I was only a disruption to their already awesome life. I looked at them with so much pain, “It’s fine. I completely understand. I’m nothing worthy of note, a scum to the earth.” “Good. You’re not so dumb after all,” Adriana said and left the room, followed by my mom and her husband. The silence of the room made my legs weak, pushing me to crawl into bed and cry. But I had cried enough as I remember the promise I made to myself never to cry again.

In a panic Eric and Mark encased me with a hug. I know that I have no right to cry because it is really my fault, but I can't help it. It hurts. I didn't let a single sound escape I just let my tears flow. I remember that I have only a few minutes to leave the building, so I wipe my tears and untangle myself from our group hug. "Why are you crying baby girl? Are you in pain?" "No. I am not. I have to leave. I just thought that I am well enough to resume my work. I am sorry for the inconvenience that I create."

..please don't let me get fired, I have no other way to feed myself, please." I went on my knees as I beg. If I get fired, I don't know where to go from here, I wouldn't want to return to the orphanage home without a thing when I had promised to come back with a gift or present for them all. "Get up." I heard him say and I looked up, my vision blurred with tears, if there is anything that looked pitiful right now, I am the one. "I said get up." He told me again and this time to my surprise he stretched his hands down and pulled me up. He looks at my face that was filled with tears, I must admit I look ugly when I cry and I was sure I do right now. "Why would you cry for just that?" He asked

Urghh! “Mother! Like I said. There has been a misunderstanding. I am not mating without my parent’s involvement. Thank you for your time.” I said standing up and nodded before leaving. I was fuming by the time I found my room. It took me three freaking wrong turns before I stumbled into the right room. Urghhh! I groan in frustration as a tear of hurt escapes me. I am so alone here. Everyone hates me here, even my family doesn’t want to see my face. What can I do? I think to myself as my silent tears turn into sobs. After crying my heart out, I finally feel somewhat lighter and then I decide to handle this mess.

I had a brain and a heart, and it had been through as much as I could take. “Look at me, Mate,” he ordered. I shook my head, keeping my face towards the floor. “I said, look at me.” This time it was a direct order, and there was no way I could disobey. I turned my face up, which allowed the tears to drip down my cheeks, leaving streaks of salty water behind. Justin let out a huge sigh. “Why are you crying?” “I’m sorry,” I said. “Sorry for what?” he demanded. “For whatever it is that I’ve done that’s upset you. For all of it.”

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

Slowly, the smile faded away and the tears gradually increased. What started as silent tears, just flowing and staring at the face of a young and handsome billionaire on Linkedin turned to an ocean of tears that pinned this beautiful girl on the floor bawling her eyes out “I forgive you Bryan, I forgive you, I let it all go” She cried deeply, her body vibrating against the floor, her sobs racking against her chest and mucus flowing from her nose, but she didn’t even mind. She got up again and looked at the picture. It was blurry, blurry from to much tears. She took an handkerchief and cleaned her eyes, she took a deep breathe and looked at her big belly and held it, so much passion in her ey

Now, standing in the middle of the living room, I understood exactly what she meant. I sank onto the couch and pressed my hands over my face. I cried. Harder than I had since the live stream. The kind of crying that shook my shoulders and stole my breath. I let it happen until my throat burned and my head throbbed. At some point, I wiped my tears and stared at my phone. I need an explanation. I typed his name. Hovered over the call button. My thumb trembled. “No,” I murmured. “Not like this.”

“Scream. Cry. Hate me.” The room spins, my head a whirlwind of emotions. I can’t breathe, can’t think clearly. The tears keep coming, and every sob feels like it’s tearing me apart from the inside out. I shake my head, my voice choked with grief and rage. “Shut up, you fucking monster!” My voice cracks, but I don’t care. “All along, I thought you were a good man. You accepted me... and now I realize how stupid I was.” The words pour out of me, each one more painful than the last. “You ruined my fucking life, Carter!”

Hours later, I thought I was going to die. I was sweating, crying, shouting at Kingsley. At one point, I told him this was entirely his fault. He nodded immediately. "It is my fault," he agreed. "I am sorry." "Do not apologize just stand there and suffer with me," I snapped. "I am suffering," he said desperately. Then finally, after hours of pain and tears and exhaustion, I heard it. A cry, a loud, beautiful cry. My whole body went still, tears rolled down my face.