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Regretting Divorce: Return of my heiress Ex-Wife
The only person who was capable of giving me that, is the same person who broke my heart and trampled all over it.
But, what would she be able to offer me, if not another round of pain and heartbreak?
There was a hole buried deep in my chest, empty and cold. Could never fill it with the love I wanted.
My mind and soul have been broken and tainted by her, and I don't think I'll ever be able to heal, even after the wounds close.
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When the heart breaks twice
Not like this.
But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke.
I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me.
She was so light. Too light.
I swallowed.
Damn it, Adeline.
I had closed her out to break her.
But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead.
I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest.
"Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."
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To Mend A Broken Heart
Like always…
Then she does.
“Dana, I’m sorry. I tried to keep it–”
“Keep what, Mom?” I cut her off before she could continue through her stiffened sobs. “What happened? What aren’t you saying?”
I really don’t know what is happening, but whatever that thing is… it's seriously breaking her.
I haven't seen her cry like this since I lost my dad
“It’s gone,” she says. “All of it. While you were… while you were inside.”
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Mending Her Broken Heart
Is much better than dying in the hands of the people I trusted most.
My hope is destroyed. Faith is shattered. Love is forgotten. Patience is gone. All that is left is a single corner of my heart to complete the mission.....
Because after all this, self-respect is not gone. I have to take vengeance.
For him. For us.
I promised him......
I won't break it like ever.
*abusive content over*
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MR. WRONG
I am trying really hard to bridle my temper right now and believe me, it is taking every ounce of myself control.
I just want to pounce on his neck and choke the life out of him. I am so fucking tempted and I am afraid if I turn to look at him I won't have it in me to stop.
Where in hell did he get the audacity to show up in my hotel room even after the pain that he has caused me?
Not that it would have changed anything, but he should have at least given me time to heal.
The wound is still fresh and so fucking painful.
How do you even heal from this? How do you heal from a broken heart, a heart that is shattered into bitsy microscopic pieces?
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TOXIC LOVE
I knew, like with everything else, she'd tell me more when she was ready.
She nodded happily, her curls bouncing around her face. “Yes!” Her face dropped a little. “They've tried so many times but nothing works. But it's not really a case of mental health with Dad, it's more a case of a broken heart. You can't cure a broken heart with anything but the love that broke it in the first place. He'll always be a little broken, I think.”
“Hey.” I leaned round her and placed the coffee down, propping myself up on my elbow. “It's okay to be a little broken, Sandra. Your Dad is a little broken for your mom but is a lot whole for you.”
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Broke My Heart
As lovers do.
What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who,
Broke my heart.
♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡
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The Alpha's Cursed Mate
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Mend My Broken Heart
My voice wavered, barely above a whisper.
Lysandra replied, her voice soft yet firm, "To mend the pendant, to change the future, you must first mend the fractures within yourself."
The reflection began to speak, its voice eerily similar to mine, yet dripping with sorrow. "Do you really believe you're worthy of love? Worthy of a destiny so grand?"
Tears welled up in my eyes as past hurts and regrets played out in the mirror. Moments when I felt less than, moments of heartbreak, of feeling lost.
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Catfishing the billionaire
"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it,"
I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.
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I’ve always found Rumi’s 'The Guest House' oddly practical for heartbreak. It doesn’t pretend the pain isn’t there—it just treats every feeling as a visitor, even the awful ones. That framing kept me from spiraling into self-blame last year. I’d be crying over my ex and then remember the line about welcoming the dark thought, the shame, the malice, because each has been sent as a guide. It felt less like a pep talk and more like permission to be a mess without it defining me forever.
I wouldn’t call it fast, though. No poem is a magic eraser. But it speeds up recovery by cutting out the resistance. You stop fighting the grief and just let it move through you. It made the whole process feel less like a personal failure and more like a universal human weather pattern. I still think of that line when any bad mood hits.
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