Happy Hearts Therapy Novels & Stories

“No matter what age you are, no matter how much you guys earned together or invested in your relationship, pain doesn’t give you an exception. Fate and luck will just be at your side. And it’s up to you if you want to save yourself from hurting, or keep going until you bleed out or until you save your love with that person.” His past with his mother and her relationship honed him as a guy who knows about love. Plus, his roller coaster relationship with Jessel. He became the man who built FHR, who helped students fix their relationships and their broken hearts. “What made you create FHR?” I asked. I was always curious why a man like him would have a club like that. He could’ve built a counsel

" I laughed too, resting my chin in my hand as I watched him, his face dusted with flour. No matter how I looked at him, he did not resemble the terrifying Prince Julian people talked about. However, then again, who could have imagined that just one year ago, I was still waiting for the man I loved to hit my handkerchief? The past cannot be chased. Paths once crossed will never cross again. Now, I have what I wanted. I have my own happiness. Everything that came before. I let it go.

Eloise's hand rubs my back as I speak, the hard part is mostly over now. "But then when I was going through therapy, I realised that I had been trying to avoid happiness all my life because I always thought it would be ripped away from me. And by not being with Rhode I was depriving myself of the greatest happiness I had ever experienced in my life. So I was still depriving myself of being happy because I didn't think I deserved it. And then I got scared to talk to him, which is so, so stupid" I can't help but laughing as I finish speaking.

I smiled sadly, thinking of the past and things I wished I could change but couldn’t. “My therapist once told me, ‘Happiness is taken for granted because it’s free. If it makes you happy do it. If it makes them happy and you love them, do it.’ ” “I know I want her to be happy. Do you?” I looked at both her parents after ending my speech. Their eyes were wide open and their eyes a little teary. I probably outdid myself. Her mother was the first to recover, looking at her daughter in a new light.

Daniel stood up nodding his head and they both stepped outside their Empire. Daniel and Russell had flourished their business to new heights. Carson had built a whole complex for Cardiovascular activities and he would perform high risk surgeries, rest he would only monitor and train the interns. Lily and Leena, a specialist in heart and neuron, following the footsteps of their papa, and their husbands too. They were happily spending their married life. Daniel still remembered when he got to know that his girls had become mommies. Twins to Lilly and a girl to Leena. He kept holding those little angels in his arms until they had to be fed. Russell and Carson kept sulking that Daniel didn’t let

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With slow, hesitant steps, she approached it, her fingers trembling as she picked it up. The moment she read the inscription, the breath whooshed out of her lungs. "I will always be your Home. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you." A lump formed in her throat, her vision blurring as emotions surged through her. She clutched the card tightly, her fingers pressing into the delicate paper as she swallowed back tears. Damn him. Damn, Ethan Calloway for always knowing exactly how to break down her walls. “Happy Birthday, Wifey.”

She doesn’t give herself time to grieve or be alone with her thoughts. “It would make her very happy if you settled down. And I don’t mean a marriage of convenience,” Grace whispers. The word happy is loaded. Happy is something my mother hasn’t been in a long time. Grace was the one who found her the day she collapsed. Grace helped me get her to inpatient therapy and rehab, where they force-fed her meals and got her nutrients through an IV. Happy hasn’t been in our family’s vocabulary for years. And Grace is playing dirty by even mentioning it.

I tell them, and they exchange looks before they turn their gaze to me again. “BHT?” They both say in unison. I nod sadly, “BHT.” Aimee and Jo wrap their arms around me as we walk over to the sofa. BHT is our code for Broken Heart Therapy, which consists of take-out food, lots of wine, and gallons of ice cream while we talk about the situation until we either get too drunk or pass out from a food coma. Once I had a shower and changed out of my work clothes our Chinese arrived, and we settled on the floor by the fireplace, and I fill them in with everything that’s happened from the contract to my family and Sophie.

He approached her and hugged her from the back. “ My love, I’m here! I won't leave you! I promise! I love you so much!” He whispered in her ears. Though she was startled when someone wrapped her body with both arms, she felt her husband’s presence at her back, clinging to her and comforting her. She gently touched his face and leaned her head next to his. “ Thank you, honey!” She felt her heart sank with joy because of his love for her. “ I’m going to be fine. It's just scars. They will fade somehow. “