I Never Meant To Break Your Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

> > Either I've failed to protect you. > > Or I've lost the chance to explain the truth myself. > > The first thing I need you to know is this: > > I have never stopped loving you. > > Not for one day. > > Not for one second. Tears rolled freely down my face. Michael quietly looked away, giving me privacy. I continued reading. > You will hear terrible things about me. > Some will even sound believable. > > But there is only one thing I ask of you.

Nobody looked at me with disgust. Nobody called me names. I stared blankly at the empty road. Was this how it ended? Not with betrayal. Not with blood. Not with death. Just... A misunderstanding. One sentence. One look. One accusation. And everything we had built collapsed. A weak laugh escaped my lips. It sounded hollow. Funny. I had survived hunger. Violence. Loss. Loneliness. Yet the one thing that truly broke me... ...was seeing disappointment in the eyes of the man I loved.

"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.

Marcus shifted on the couch. “Babe—” “Yes?” she replied impatiently. “The reason I feel all this isn’t even because I care.” “Okay,” she said, nodding. “Go on.” “It is because I feel like I’m not doing enough,” he continued. “Like I intended to break this woman— but it is like I’m breaking myself instead.” Her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” “I thought Elena would break down completely,” he admitted. “I wanted to crush her ego. Reduce her to ruins. Make her cry. Make her beg.”

Not after everything I had endured. I sat on the edge of the bed my heart racing with my hands gripping my knees. I exhaled sharply, a promise forming in the pit of my stomach. “I won’t stop,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not until she forgives me. Not until she sees the truth. Not until she knows how much I regret everything.” I stood with determination burning in my chest. Whoever had left that note, whoever had tried to scare me off… they underestimated me. I wouldn’t be stopped. I wouldn’t be silent. I wouldn’t allow anyone or anything to keep me from fixing what I had broken.

They would never see me again— And my heart... my heart would never be theirs to break again.

I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger” He turns to me, his eyes dim, glossy with tears, “who broke us?” he says softly, touching my face softly. His touch was raw, deep, painful, he didn't move, he just stared at me with a sad face…I could feel it. “I have been broken a long time ago, I always say my heart doesn't even beat anymore that's how damaged I am” I chuckle wryly, “there's no point in having a heart right? Cara thinks I'm heartless, my mother thinks I lack compassion and you…you think I'm just…stock up”

“What’s the name of the fucker? The fucker who broke your heart?” Was I that obvious? Maybe. I swallowed. “Ian.” “I hope he’s now your ex, and you did the breaking up.” “Of course,” I spat out. I couldn’t let this stranger know that Ian not only cheated but broke up with me before I could find out. Tears rushed to my eyes, and I blinked them back before the stranger noticed. I didn’t have to see his face to know he was watching me. Standing straighter, I said, “Boys don’t break up with girls like me. Girls like me do the breaking up.”

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.