Letter From A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

“You can’t shoulder the blame, so you're just trying to put the fault on someone else. Good thing Nellana isn’t here to see the woman you’ve become.” “You don’t mean that…” I whispered, a single tear falling from my eye. He shrugged. “I'm done talking.” He turned around and hurried upstairs. I fell to the ground as I broke down in tears, my own words echoing in my ears. ‘Even if it’s going to be heartbreaking with Ethan, I’d take all the pain…’ Could I actually do it, because right now I felt like giving up. Bryce had said something right after all. What was the point of all of this if he didn’t love me anymore?

"Florence, isn't this what real parental love should look like?" I could never forgive Zach for being so cruel that he severed half of Shawn's hand, leaving him incomplete even in death. Florence was at a loss for words. I shook my head and smiled. "I'm not seeing him or passing on any messages. From now on, let's go our separate ways and not cross paths again." Florence left, her shoulders sagging with disappointment. … Three days later, I received an express delivery from the hospital. It was the divorce agreement signed by Zach.

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

She closed her eyes, smiling through the pain. Old man Robinson’s letter was still in her notebook, folded and worn. He’d written to her three weeks ago, sending his blessings, urging her to visit soon. She hadn’t responded yet. She hadn’t had the heart. But his words echoed in her mind now. “You are not broken. You are buried. And seeds grow strongest under pressure.”

I always do. He sighs, slowly getting up from my bed. I hear his footsteps as they pad across the floor until I hear him out there in the living room. I hear the soft click of the TV turning on and the hum of voices. I open my eyes, looking to the still open doorway to see the lights from TV flashing. If Maverick didn’t know why or how he broke me then who wrote that letter and briefcase of money a couple years ago? Did he even fucking know that he fucked Lily that night he shattered my heart and soul?

I was shattering the certainty they had built their own broken hearts around. I walked back to the desk, the guilt doubling. The letters had to be simple. They had to sound like Leo Vance, the anxious, self-destructive artist, making a terrible mistake. I picked up the pen and started to write, the tip scratching heavily against the expensive paper. Letter One: To Mom Mom, Please don't panic. I am fine. This is a terrible mistake, but it is one I have to make, and I can only ask that you forgive me later.

He couldn't believe it, flipping the paper again and again while muttering to himself, "No… no, it can't be… She's loved me for more than ten years. How could she just get rid of our child like that?" His whole body shook violently. He snatched the breakup letter and stared at it. He stayed silent for a long time, eyes fixed on the letter. It looked long, but only I knew it contained just two lines. [Goodbye, Samuel. I've repaid my debt, and our story ends here.] Finally, Samuel tore the letter to pieces, shooed everyone out, and even smashed a coffee table worth tens of thousands.

Just intention. The first reply appeared beneath a letter about heartbreak: “You are not wrong for loving deeply. The ache means you were real.” Another reply, under a poem about a parent’s silence, read: “I wish they had told you you mattered. Let me say it now: you do.” These responses were like gentle balm, soothing the raw edges of pain and offering a sense of validation.

However, it had gone cold. As I didn't have the strength to hold the cup steady, it hit the floor and shattered into pieces. Just then, my phone buzzed nonstop with messages from the work group chat. "Quick, check social media. Did Mr. Bender just announce he's dating Ms. Hubbard?" The word "dating" hit me like a knife to the heart. With trembling hands, I clicked into Lily's profile. She'd posted a photo of a gemstone necklace with the caption, "First month with my boyfriend and I'm already getting such an expensive present! I'm so happy!"

I was fine handling his office, his files, the HR, the board meeting, sending him emails, fetching him coffee and what not but then that letter . That letter changed my life in more ways than one and I had felt the change erupt from within me. As I stood by the door of my bed room, I went to my bed and laid on it, already knowing what was coming next. I had a mini fridge in my room, I stretched a finger and opened it, revealing snacks of all sizes and chocolates. Chocolates mend a broken heart, I was hoping that it could mind my shattered and well deserved battered heart. If it wasn't for me, I wouldn't be selling a thousand copies of pure pornography at a sex store, everyone wanted to see t