Heartbreak House Novels & Stories

Bria noticed the harsh rejection but stayed silent, her chest tightening. “I’ll get going, Beta,” she mumbled quickly, turning and hurrying away. Carl narrowed his eyes, watching her retreating figure with an unreadable expression. Jenna tried circling her arms around his waist again, whispering seductively, “Let’s continue where we left off…” “Another day,” Carl replied flatly, removing her hands and walking off without a backward glance. Jenna stomped her foot in frustration. Bria’s heart pounded erratically. So this is what heartbreak feels like. She downed another glass of tequila at the nearest bar stand, the burn doing little to numb the pain. She wandered to a quiet spot overlooking t

His voice grew colder with each word. "Every choice you've made has been to preserve this marriage, this family. Don't let Blake's betrayal make you forget that." He moved toward the door, then paused. "Dinner will be served at seven. Mrs. Henderson has prepared your favorites." His tone returned to that horrible gentleness. "I know this has been difficult, darling. But we'll get through it together. We always do." After he left, I sat in the growing darkness, feeling the weight of his words settling around me like chains. He wasn't entirely wrong about Blake, the media exposure had been a violation, a choice made without my consent.

I pointed at the most expensive menu option and told the hotel manager, "We'll take this one." Since Sophia insisted on paying initially, this would be my last gift to her. As I left, I glanced at the matching bracelet on my wrist. The irony struck me hard, and I tossed it into a nearby trash can. I had believed I could handle this calmly and control my emotions. But when I saw Sophia with another man in the car I'd bought her, right there in the garage of our new home, I completely lost it. I gripped my phone so tightly that it felt as if it would break, eyes bloodshot. Through the car window, I clearly saw them passionately tangled together on the custom leather seats I had specially order

When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90. I moved out early the next morning. Freddie stood by the window, watching my slender figure fade into the distance. His heart twisted in agony. The last 10% of the Heartbreak Level naturally came from the words he had spoken the day before his wedding. The moment I closed my eyes, my Heartbreak Level finally hit 100%. The system said he should go and say goodbye. But knowing the memories would remain, Freddie chose not to. Instead, he said silently in his heart, "Goodbye, Rosalie."

It was the quiet, desolate sound of a man utterly broken, shattered by the culmination of his own mistakes and an unyielding, heartbreaking love. He sat there, unmoving, for what felt like an eternity. The grand house around him seemed to hold its breath, its opulent silence mocking his inner turmoil. Every fiber of his being screamed to pound on her door, to beg, to plead, to explain that he would spend the rest of his life making it up to her. But her finality had been absolute. He had seen the pain in her eyes, the exhaustion, the deep-seated weariness that had transformed her.

" You heard me right. I'm finally giving you your freedom. You're here for the money right? So here is the money and leave my house " " wh-at... You.. Ca-n't do th-is to me " she forced out words " The deed has been done. GET OUT " Kalthum held her chest. It was burning terribly. What is happening to her? she asked herself . Is this what it feels like to be heartbroken? She couldn't help but stay glued to the floor. She looked at the man causing her misery. He was breaking her to pieces. Does he knows that? Her tears have finally stopped but her heart his bleeding badly.

My heart slammed hard in my chest as I rushed over to the men who didn't notice us walk in. Two of the men in uniform froze as their attention shifted back to me. Before they could say a word, I sprinted over to my porch only to be blocked by two other people. "I'm sorry ma'am, you can't..." "What the fuck is going on? What happened to my house? Why...why is this place...Jesus Christ, my kids," my heart slammed harder in my chest. I didn't know where the strength came from but I shoved the man in front of me aside and sprinted right into the door that was broken and shattered, with smoke curling all over the place. The faint heat still clung to the walls, and the air stung my throat.

I was on the balcony of my room, sipping the beer I bought in the market earlier. I was just looking at the sea while my treacherous mind was slowly traveling to the day where I caught the betrayal of my father and ex-fiance. I didn't remember these scenes from the past few days, so I thought I had moved on, but not yet. It still hurts. I loved Callie the most and literally gave her everything she wanted... but that was still not enough for that woman. I was in my deep thoughts and drowning in sadness again when I heard my phone ring. It was an unknown number. This phone is brand new and only a few people know my number, so I frowned when I answered that call.

“You just haven’t accepted it yet.” Maybe it was the way Henry said it—that smug, mocking smirk stretching across his face like he’d already won. Maybe it was the way he stood there, tall and looming, in a house we used to fill with love. Or maybe it was the way the air suddenly felt thick, like it didn’t want to be around either of us anymore. I stepped forward and shoved his chest, hard. It wasn’t much. He barely even moved. But it was everything I had—the grief, the betrayal, the helplessness—all channeled into one desperate push.

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.