Memories Of A Broken Heart Novel Novels & Stories

, I finally announced, letting out a deep breath, and getting out of the car. Thankfully, my living room was barely occupied by me, except for the furniture which laid around dormantly. We subconsciously sat beside the counter, deja Vu striking our chords, immediately our eyes clocked. The memories rushed into my head like a storm, and for a moment, the temptation to lean back for a bit, wanting to forget the cracks in my heart and forge on with him. What if the only one who could fix your broken heart was the one who broke it in the first place?

As if worse were possible. He remembered the dark time after Rachel had left. He had been crazed with jealousy, wounded pride, and guilt. He had thought his heart had been broken, but now he knew better. Thiswas what a broken heart felt like. There was actual, physical pain, as if someone had smashed his chest with a wrecking ball. His days seemed endless and meaningless. If it hadn’t been for Dalia, he wondered if he would have even bothered to get out of bed. Thank God for his little girl! The sudden knock on the door made him jump as it jerked him out of his thoughts and back into the cozy living room.

Not because I had fallen for him, but it felt like a voice in my mind persistently told me to forget Freddie and start a new life. Yet, at the same time, another voice deep in my heart told me I couldn't forget him. The two voices tangled, leaving me torn. But in the end, the one in my mind won. Just when I finally let go of the past and decided to accept Hugo's confession, I stumbled upon something in Freddie's belongings. I opened an old safe that had been sealed for years. There were only two things inside—a preserved camellia sealed inside a glass box, and a white shirt with one button missing.

' 'That heartless woman! She had used this method to take revenge on me. On top of the divorce agreement was a folded medical report. My hands trembled violently with rage, barely able to hold the thin sheet of paper. It was a miscarriage report. "No... It can’t be..." I muttered to myself, feeling the world spin around me. I tried to reach out to Jessica telepathically, but it was as if an invisible wall kept us apart. It was impenetrable. Jessica had completely severed our connection.

Over the last eight years, I've watched her come home with different men. Once, Anya stared at me with unusually solemn eyes despite being completely sloshed. "Shane, we belong to two different worlds. Don't fall for me," she slurred. I always thought Anya was a woman who had no idea what love was supposed to be like. Then, I found out a year ago that she had a first love who passed away from an illness. The young man Anya brought home last night actually resembled her dead love. Hence, I was not surprised to see him at breakfast with her.

, I said, wishing that he would stop, “ look, I love you, so much, but I can't. I just can't” “ What do you mean you can't?” He asked, obviously confused, and I just felt sorry for him. I felt pity for him. He didn't understand, and he never will. The fact that my heart had been broken beyond repair, the fact that my mind and body would never allow me to become so vulnerable before anyone again, the fact that Hakim killed me, not with a sword or a gun, but with his eyes, and the fact that even though his hazel eyes looked nothing like those of Hakim, it still reminded me of him, of that day when he finally broke the spine of my heart, along with my ribs. He didn't understand, he never will u

"Do you need something?" His eyes filled with obvious sorrow, his voice trembling slightly. "Could we... maybe talk for a bit? I know I made a lot of mistakes in the past. But I'd like to talk with you, even if it's just this one last time." Seeing his defeated appearance, I felt no stir of emotion inside. The memories that had once kept me awake at night, that had once broken my heart, now felt distant and unfamiliar. After a brief hesitation, I gave a small nod and led him toward a secluded corner.

A month ago, at the Blackrock pack's victory celebration for annexing the Silvermoon pack, Damian had been drunk out of his mind. He had kicked open my door, a wild beast out of control, pressing me into the bed, tearing at my clothes. That wasn't love. It was a declaration of ownership, a conquest. The next morning, he woke up with no memory of what had happened. The memory chilled me to the bone, and I wavered. But the promise of our Blood Moon mating—the only lifeline I could cling to before drowning—kept me afloat. I told myself it had been an accident. He was drunk, not himself, and I would forgive him.

everything about her was pressing on my nerves, which were already strained since I saw that corpse in the dark alley. ​I contemplated her haggard face with a bitter regret gnawing at my chest. I remembered the strong, radiant girl—the girl I loved in the past.. how painful and pitiful it is to see her now turned into mere broken memories, the ruins of a woman living on fear and trembling.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.