Goodbye My Former Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

I say opening the car door. My brother, across the street, watches me sadly and I wipe away the tears spilling down my cheeks. "Goodbye, stranger." I murmur towards my brother, and then, look at my former fiancé "Goodbye, Esteban Bogdanov." I say and then get into the car and drive away. The pain invades me and the desire to turn my body grows stronger. But, I must be strong and watch as we go our separate ways, it will only break me down more.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes again? I brought you a strawberry cake." The words were painfully familiar, just as they were three years ago. Jonathan had always liked buying me strawberry cake, and I'd always thrown myself into his arms like this, telling him how much I'd missed him all day. "John, I missed you so much." The words caught him off guard, and his expression froze for a moment, as if he'd slipped into a brief daze. Then, his gaze landed on the scar on my face, and clarity returned instantly. I noticed the change and felt a flicker of mockery surface in my eyes.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Look at me. Just look at me and tell me you don't love me anymore. We had so many memories together. We were so in love. How could you just forget?" I let out a slow breath and met his bloodshot, desperate eyes. "Brandon, I don't love you anymore. Is that clear enough?" In that instant, it was as if all the strength had drained out of him. He started pounding his fists against the ground, over and over, even as blood seeped from his hands, as though he couldn't feel a thing. "Jocelyn, please! Even if you don't love me, we can start over. I'm begging you… Don't do this…"

Bang! Elena's POV: That afternoon, far away in another country, I was busy taking over family affairs and dealing with the arranged marriage my parents had set up. I happened to see a news headline. [Oasis Group CEO Dies for Love.] I did not know what to say. My expression showed nothing. Vincent and I no longer had any relationship. What happened to him had nothing to do with me anymore.

My father did not hesitate when he stole my heart. Now I had given Marcus my life, just as they wanted me to. So why were they breaking down like this? [Master, the departure procedure is complete.] The system's mechanical voice spoke in my ear. I took one last look at my so-called family and turned away without hesitation. “Let's go. Farewell, and may we never meet again.”

A voice heavy with emotion rang out behind me. I turned around and saw Raven standing in the doorway. He looked more mature and composed than I remembered, but there was something intense in his eyes—something I couldn't bring myself to meet. "Raven, you're back," I said simply. That flat reply seemed to crush him, and the light in his eyes dimmed instantly. He lowered his head, his voice thick with regret. "Allie, I'm sorry. I should've trusted you. I should've never hurt you, never abandoned you in that forest. Can you ever forgive me?"

I shakily pressed my lips against Alejandro’s tombstone, knowing that it was the end. “I’ll always love you, Alejandro. I loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Ever since we met, ever since you made me your girlfriend, and then later proposed to me and made me your wife. But if you love me as much as I love you… I need you to free me. I need you to set me free from the chains and shackles of my life. So this will be the last time you see me. I needed closure… “Goodbye, Alejandro. Gone… But never forgotten. And I hope that when God decides that it’s my time too, that it’s my turn to die… That I see you again one day in the afterlife. I love you.”

And eventually, I started to believe it. That I was unwanted. Unlucky. A mistake. My mother had never made me feel that way. She'd made me feel loved. Special. Like I could do anything. And then she was gone, and Aunt Brianna had spent ten years trying to erase every good thing my mother had taught me. I touched my mother's bracelet, the metal warm against my skin. "I miss you, Mama," I whispered. The house was quiet around me. I wondered if Mike would ask questions. About my past. About what Aunt Brianna had meant.

Slowly, she turned back, her face wet with tears, her voice trembling but steady. “I loved you once,” she whispered, her words like shards of glass piercing the night. Alex’s breath caught, his eyes widening with fragile hope, waiting for her to finish. It was clear her mind was made up even though there was still fragments of yearnings of her past feelings for Alex, still pulling at her. But then her voice hardened, sharp with the weight of her truth. “But that love died with your neglect.” Her words struck like a death sentence. Alex staggered back on his knees, his chest heaving, his mouth opening but no sound escaping.

"Don't think that investing ten billion buys my personal freedom." I clenched my phone tightly, tears spilling down despite my efforts to hold them back. The hotel I booked was right next to the company. The next morning, as soon as I stepped downstairs, I unexpectedly heard Adrian's voice. "For the bridal bouquet, go with Phalaenopsis orchids. My wife likes them." My nose stung. I remembered when we were eighteen, when he planted an entire estate full of Phalaenopsis orchids to confess his love to me.