He Broke My Heart Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down her face, but her voice was steel. “Why are you the one who broke me?” she demanded. “Why are you the same man trying to restore me?” Her hand clenched around the bracelet before she dropped it. It hit the floor with a soft clink. “I have not forgiven that man,” she said quietly. “Not after everything he put me through. And now you expect me to—what? Pretend love fixes this?” She shook her head violently. “No.” James tried to speak again, but she turned away.

"Cassidy, when we made this mug, you said after we got married, we'd make a smaller one for our child. Do you still remember?" "I remember." "Then would you give me one more shot? I can wait for you to break up with him." As he said those words, his voice started to falter with emotion. I gazed at him silently, then slowly walked up to him and took the mug from his hands. Under his incredulous stare, I smashed it into bits. "There. Now that the mug is broken and the baby is gone, it's time you stopped fooling yourself." With that, I walked forward, stepping on shards in the process.

He wasn't there in my choices, but whenever I saw him happy with someone else, it felt like my heart was breaking little by little. And now, I realized so much about him and myself. I don't know how to say it, I'm still confused. But... but he was the first for me. He was the first to take me to another world, he made me experience a world that I could never change. "I know that maybe tomorrow you'll distance yourself from me." "How did you say that?"

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

Roland barked. I burst into uncontrollable tears as my knees fell to the ground immediately. I wouldn't let him go like that. I loved him with all my heart and begging for his love in front of everyone is the least I can do to prove it. What would happen to me then? My life was already screwed from being born as an Omega, what would I do without him. "Psst.....Shameless woman" I heard someone say. I shot a dirty glance to the direction the sound came from and ignored it. Ladies were already gossiping and whispering in low tunes.

But still, his heart felt all warm and fuzzy . "Promise me, Anthony, you will leave her and come back to me" . When he heard the next sentence coming from her, he felt like his heart was poked with a thousand needles . The pain surged in like a dark cloud blocking all the light and happiness and gripped him from all sides . One moment he felt like he was on cloud nine and the very next all his hopes were smashed into pieces . He took a deep breath and consoled his heart like had been doing since ages . Then he held her Pinky finger with his own and said -

Something inside me broke. The world shattered and fell silent.

I felt my heart break into a million pieces when my knees dropped to the cold floor. I was damaged goods and he did this to me, he made me this way. He broke me beyond repair. I wanted to numb all of this pain; the violent pound in my heart, my torn organ leaking out of my chest and my soul ripped from my body. Everything that I was, everything that I am was no more. He had not only broken my heart but my trust, my willingness to love another again and my soul.

But inside my heart… Something had broken. And I did not know if it could ever be fixed again.

Tears gathered in my eyes and finally fell. "I hurt him," I whispered to myself. "I hurt the most innocent, kind and loving person I have ever known." I pressed a hand to my chest. It hurt. It really hurt. It felt like the room was closing in around me. "It was never my intention." But intentions cannot fix a broken heart. And tonight, I broke his.