Messages Of Broken Heart Novels & Stories

“It was said to hold the power to change our fate, but only if mended by true love.” I eyed the pendant, realization dawning on me. “You mean...” He nodded. “The day it broke was the day I handed you the divorce papers. I believed it was a sign, confirming my decision to let you go was right.” “But why did it break?” I pressed, the urgency evident in my voice. His gaze met mine, filled with anguish. “It broke when I lied to you about my reasons for wanting the divorce.” I staggered back, the weight of his words sinking in. "You lied? But why?"

I had been hurt too many times before. “Fuck it. I don’t want anything from you,you’ve done enough” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. But I couldn't help it: I was no damsel who needed some guy to come running and fix everything. Not a strange idiot who had literally run me over with his car. "You're just a guy who accidentally ran me over: you don't get to be the hero here. I'm not your damsel in distress, Nathan." His lips twist into a smile - a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. "You're something worse than a damsel in distress."

She was surprised to see him here. “Ouch, cupcake, is this your attitude to someone who just saved you. My heart has been broken by you.” Aaron held his chest like he was in pain, his eyes glancing towards Jane like he was seeking her pity. His act made Jane forget that he didn’t reply why he was here.

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

Before I could say anything, he hung up, giving me no chance to object. After that, Flora's messages kept coming non-stop all night long. "Today's the Moon Goddess Festival. So many couples have planned to watch the meteor shower together. It's a shame you have no one to keep you company. "Adrian doesn't love you at all. Otherwise, why would he choose me over you today and for the trip? "Even if he marks you, so what? I'll always be the most important person in his heart. He only wants you as his mate out of responsibility for the pup in your belly.

Ohhh" she replied. "Take your time, I just want you to know that I like you very much, and I want you very much" "You also want to marry me, make me the mother of your kids? " Yes, can I propose now? Her beautiful eyes were amused. ________________________________________ Hurting myself was what I do Best, lingering on broken memories. What's broken is broken. It can't be fixed. Still my heart felt used. Fekit discarded, even hurting her hurts me more than it should.

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."

Georgia's POV. For the past week, I had been trying to reach out to Michael after his text but he didn't return my calls, nor did he reply my texts. I was starting to get worried, my chest tightened whenever I recalled the text about wanting to divorce. I couldn't believe it, I didn't want to believe it. We had sworn to be with each other to death separated us, and he hated the idea of break ups, talk more of a divorce so I struggled to wrap my head around the message.

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”

Was that supposed to make me feel happy or something? “There- there is one more message I received from him. I was too scared to read it”. He said to me, and upon listening to what he said, I quickly found the unread message and clicked on it. {They found me. I'm dead}