He Ditched Me 52 Times Novels & Stories

He held my hand, promising, "I'll remember that forever, and I'll never make such a mistake again." He'd forgotten again a mere six months later. The scorching sunlight at noon burned my shoulders and back. In stark comparison, I felt as though my heart had been submerged in ice water, gradually cooling down until no warmth was left. I let out a derisive chuckle before returning to the stage. After turning to our friends and family waiting there, I announced calmly, "The marking ceremony is canceled." Later, I slowly tore the silver feathered wedding gown I'd worn 66 times into shreds, ripping up the remnants of dignity holding this relationship together.

Return flights were nearly impossible to get. Luckily, I'd booked our tickets home for the next day. Ethan suggested I hand over my passport and other documents for safekeeping, saying I was too scatterbrained and might lose them in the mess. Trusting him, I gave him everything. But as I waited at a safe spot for the shuttle, they vanished with my passport.

My lungs burned, my legs shaky and tired, but I didn’t stop. “They’re catching up!” Cara yelled. “Run faster!” “No way!” I snapped back, pushing myself harder. I left the market behind, the noise fading as I headed toward the woods. The trees blurred past me, and for a moment, I thought I’d lost them. But then I heard their shouts again, closer this time. I begged Cara for strength. “Come on, help me out here!” I didn’t see the ditch until it was too late. One moment, I was running; the next, I was falling, the ground disappearing beneath me.

I was so infuriated that I threw the pen at him, drawing blood from his forehead. "You're the one who broke your promise first! If you don't sign it right this instant, Anna's going to get it from me!" As soon as I raised my hand to slap Anna, Zachary panicked and cried out, "I'll sign it! Don't hurt her! Do you think I can't survive with you? The deal we just closed will net us at least 100 million in funding!" I scoffed. Following the negotiations for the deal, the contract stipulated that the other party would only deal with me. Now that I was leaving Northcrest Co., why would they honor the terms of the contract that was already broken?

I used to get jealous, even told Luke maybe they needed some space. He'd just shrug it off. "Cassie's your bestie, and I'm your man. If you can't trust us, who can you trust?" A few smooth lines and I'd drop it. Worse—I thought he had a point. Looking back, I was so dumb. I let out a dry, bitter laugh. *** I opened a food app and picked the worst-rated spot I could find. Ordered whatever. When it showed up, I dumped it on some plates, packed it up, and left.

Only after several long seconds did I break the silence. “Fuck!” I slammed my hands on the dashboard. “Fuck fuck FUCK!” Once I’d calmed myself, Tegan looked at me. We were both out of breath. “You injured?” he asked. “What does it fucking matter?” I dragged my hands through my hair so hard that a few came loose. “She’s fucking gone!” Tegan put the car in reverse and tried to get us out of the ditch. The wheels just spun, half in the air, half in the mud. The car didn’t budge.

“Tell me yo‌u t‍racked them.” He hesitated, eyes f⁠licking to t‍h‌e small receiver blinking red on his‌ tablet‌. “S‌ignal went⁠ dark on the bridge, but…” He zoome‌d in. “…look—one ping, two mil‌es south of the docks befo⁠re it cut out‌. The⁠y ditched the van‌s.” “Then w⁠e follow on⁠ foot.” “⁠Damon—”

“Clyde, this is all my fault! Is there a chance for us—” I interrupted her. I looked calmly into her eyes and said, “Alma, you made your own choices. There’s no going back now.” After that, I turned and walked away without any hesitation. She never appeared before me again. I thought I would have no further involvement with these two people for the rest of my life. Yet Tobias refused to leave me alone. One day after a night shift, I was about to get into my car in the underground parking when Tobias suddenly lunged at me. He pressed a dagger against my lower back.

After seven years together, Veronica Monroe canceled our wedding for the fifty-second time. A wall of comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Here we go again. Don’t tell me the male lead is still thinking about getting back together with her!] My heart jolted. I couldn’t believe they actually knew. [If this were a normal person, he would’ve found someone else to marry by now!] [My blood pressure is through the roof. Go ask Veronica’s biggest rival if she’ll marry you!] Could I really do that? Uneasy and hesitant, I walked up to Veronica’s biggest rival, Meredith Rodgers, and quietly asked, “Would you marry me right now?” The entire room erupted. The guests all thought I’d lost m

After accidentally discovering that my boss owes loan sharks 50 million dollars, I start scrambling for a way out of my contract with the company. Just as I'm wondering what to do, a string of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Poor Lindsay. That idiot boss of hers plans to use the company's livestream to launder money and pay off his debt." "The moment she goes live, the entire sum becomes her personal liability!" I'm the company's cash cow, trapped in an ironclad contract, yet I don't have a shred of evidence to take to the police. Just then, Tasha Moore, one of the company's rookie streamers, walks over with a sweet smile and hands me a glass of water. "Lindsay, I heard you'