Memories Of A Broken Heart Novel Novels & Stories

Right there, he went down on one knee. A month later, he held a grand engagement party. Standing in front of everyone, he said, "Aurora, when I couldn't see, I was a wreck—angry, bitter, and broken. You were the only one who calmed me down. Just the scent of you could soothe my soul. I kept wondering why, and then I realized—I'd already fallen for you without even knowing it." He lifted the ring, his eyes locked on mine. "Will you make me the happiest man on earth? Will you marry me?"

"I was wrong, Gail. I see my heart clearly now. Please, give me one more chance." My voice rose, sharp and unyielding. "In our last life, when you locked me in that suffocating dark room, did you consider giving me a chance? You scarred my face with a branch, leaving me to endure the mockery of my peers. You destroyed my beloved doll, sealing it in plaster. I excused it all, believing your illness justified your cruelty. How many chances did I grant you?" I paused and added, "Your so-called emotional detachment? When it came to wounding someone who loved you, your heart was as cold and precise as a blade. I should have seen through your deception from the start."

My Alpha slept with another woman. He promised me, "It was an accident." "I was drugged," he said. "I didn't even know what I was doing. Besides, I've already used my family's influence to bury it. No one will ever know." But three months later, I found him in the hospital with her—the pregnant Omega. This time, what Sebastian said to me was as cold and final as a death sentence: "Sophia, you're a smart woman. You understand the importance of a bloodline. This child will be the strongest Alpha heir our pack has seen in decades." That was it. My heart shattered. I turned and walked away. But they had no idea what they had just unleashed.

" My head buzzed. All the blood in my body seemed to turn cold. How could he say something like that? When Fleur ruined my third job, I was already pushed to the breaking point. That was when I lost my first child. I didn't dare close my eyes at night. The moment I did, all I saw was blood soaking my skirt, and the child I had longed for—burning in my mind until I spoke nonsense. Shane was furious and blocked Fleur. But less than a week later, while I was still bleeding, he softened again because Fleur went on a hunger strike.

A vivid memory that broke me completely as I watched them with another woman while I witnessed her heart getting shattered. When was this forbidden torment going to end?

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.

Suddenly, a chill came over her, and Selina jolted awake, finally opening her eyes. The lights in first class had been dimmed but were still warm and comforting, unlike the cold hospital. Feeling a coolness on her fingertips, Selina looked down to find she had grabbed the hand of the person next to her. She was gripping tightly, her nails digging deep into the flesh of their wrist. A faint hint of red was visible. A moment later, she realized she was sitting next to David and abruptly released his hand. The long-buried memories, as vivid as a dream, had mercilessly ripped open the wounds in her heart, exposing the raw, bloody mess beneath.

More memories crashed into me. I remembered the times I had ignored her calls, leaving her waiting for hours, knowing she needed me but choosing not to care. I remembered the harsh words I had thrown at her, the way I had made her feel like she was never enough. I had broken her heart over and over again, and yet, she had stayed. She had loved me despite it all. And what had I done? I had pushed her away. A lump formed in my throat as I looked at her now, lying so still, fighting for her life. If she didn’t wake up, if I lost her… I didn’t think I could live with myself.

Then, he looks at me and asks, “I know this might be out of place, but may I know why you broke down earlier?” “Well.” The story is already on my lips, ready to be told. I look at him and all I want is to be honest, to tell the story about my heartbreak once and for all, but I know I should be more careful. “I have been having trouble with my memory. I got into an accident before I came here, and I’m starting to remember some things in the past, particularly about someone being dismissive of me,” I say simply. “Your words somehow reminded me of what he said to me, and that made me emotional.”

I close my eyes , and I see all our memories play before my eyes. I feel my chest cave in as I feel the pain penetrate my heart. I see all the memories , from the day I had first saw him till the last time I saw him drive off. I feel my tears run down my face , though the water is scorching – my tears seem to leave a burn behind that makes the water seem ice cold. Too add salt to the wound , “Habits” start to play – which makes my entire surface , my entire put together self breakdown to nothing but pieces of brokenness.