Healing My Heart Book Novels & Stories

The old woman was very distressed and could not help but vent her frustration. "Trevor, I know you are in pain and you are going through a lot, but you should at least take care of your health. You said you wanted to heal your heart and get back to your partner, how are you going to do that when you are like this? Look at the state you are in! Come, sit down quickly and drink this soup, it will give you some nourishment."

"It's contagious, apparently. You should be more careful who you let catch it." He laughed, pulling me close, and I found myself thinking, not for the first time, about how strange and wonderful it was to watch happiness ripple outward from a single desperate contract signed less than a year earlier — Sofia finally letting herself want something back from Griffith, Eleanor softening week by week into a woman who called just to talk rather than only to strategize, my own father laughing again in a way I hadn't heard since before his stroke. "Do you think it's always like this?" I asked Damien later that night, curled against his side in bed. "Once you let one person in properly, everyone arou

And then I understood: healing wasn’t about forgetting what had happened to me—it was about allowing myself to feel again without fear. When Jacob slowly laced his fingers with mine, I took a deep breath and smiled. It was a small gesture, simple, and at the same time… enormous. In that moment, I realized my heart was still alive—and somehow, it still knew how to love.

My chest tightened sharply. And for the first time. I no longer feared that movement. Because maybe healing was never about erasing pain. Maybe it was learning that the heart could carry memory, grief, love, and loss. and still remain open enough for life to begin again.

Every time he looked at me, I saw the ghost of the man from the party. "Soon, baby," I whispered, smoothing his hair. "We just have to wait for Dr. Julian." Leo was born with a heart defect—a literal broken heart. It was a cruel irony, considering mine had been shattered long before he was even a breath in my womb. The door opened, and Julian walked in. If there was an angel on earth, it was him. He was the opposite of every man I’d ever known: kind, transparent, and gentle. He was the one who had seen me—a disgraced, disowned single mother working three jobs—and didn't judge me.

“But I want you to know I’m still in this.” “I do,” I whisper back. He kisses my forehead, and I feel the tremble in his lips. And I know. This is how healing begins. Not in grand declarations or rushed moments—but in small, sacred ones. Like the touch of a hand. Like the weight of a kiss on skin that once flinched and now welcomes. Like two broken hearts choosing—day by day—to find their way back. Together.

"Bonnie and I have prepared a surprise for you. I promise you'll love it." I smiled wryly. First was Cassidy; then was the news of her getting pregnant. Hadn't they given me enough surprises already? Before boarding the plane, I sent Jackson all of Cassidy's recent posts and the proof that my hearing was restored a week ago. Then, I removed the SIM card and threw it along with the phone into the trash. The moment the plane took off, I felt that everything behind me had truly ended. After landing in the Seru Plateau, the high altitude hit me hard, and I had to be hospitalized. It took me five full days to recover. During that time, the local principal, Hansel Klein, looked after me.

Roonie is still unconscious in bed, but his skin improved, and his vitals are balanced. She comes like this everyday to read him books, and she enjoys it so much. She set down the three books and picked one, then she opened it and sighed. "I know you can't hear me, but at least... your subconscious should connect with me. I finished reading Harry Potter to you yesterday, and today, it's a book about flowers, titled... BEAUTIES" She said, glancing at him. She stretched her right hand to him and held his right hand with it, rubbing it softly.

That’s when I see it. Her note. To the next broken couple who stays here: Healing doesn’t come like lightning. It comes like soup simmering. Like wood catching fire slow. Like holding each other without knowing how the story ends. We didn’t come here to fix it all. But we left knowing we could try again. — E & D I close the book. My chest aches. And for the first time, the ache doesn’t feel like pain. It feels like something waking up.

He stopped and gazed at her. "I must say, George Henry, I am grateful for your assistance in persuading Richard to divorce her. Also a big thanks to the accident that resulted to the subsequent Amnesia. I'm very sure by the time she regained her memory, she will be already smitten with my son," Alexander chuckled as he exited the room.