My Broken Love Story Novels & Stories

He fulfilled all of my dreams to creating a family together, the realization burnt more than even fire could. My heart wrenched into two. If not more than anything I wanted to have a child with Lyssa. It was nothing more but a shattered dream. This love story was messy. It was everything but; sweet and lasting. There was no beautiful ending. Right from the very beginning, there were lots of hurdles, lot of heartbreak, lot's of pain. It was going to end that same way. I felt strangely comforted tho by her words, she could never regret us. No matter how broken this love was, no matter how messy and painful it was.

I whispered to myself, gulping down my drink all at once. After sometime, I stood up, paid the barman and took another cab to the sea. My favorite place in the world. I sunk myself to the floor and screamed my heart out. I have been used, abandoned by the man I gave my all to, who I loved though he had nothing to give to me, a man I catered for, for 2years, a man I had invested all my hard earned money in.” I am broken beyond amend. The love of my life had ruined me. Love is the end of me.

Her chest pain intensified even further. "Honey," her mother cooed softly, opening her arms. Bella crumbled into her embrace. The warmth should have comforted her, yet it only highlighted how shattered she felt within her. Her voice broke as she sobbed, "Mum, Marcus rejected me." "My mate rejected me." The words felt bitter on her tongue. Expressing thoughts verbally made them feel more genuine. She had wished—prayed—that this was a terrible dream from which she would awaken. However, it was not.

"Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, I'm sorry! I love Michelle with all my heart! I really hope that she can come back to me! I'm willing to exchange my life for hers! "What's the use of having a third-class merit? I just want Michelle to be back!"

The woman I am now understands that some things were just never meant to be. The woman I am now understands that hurt is more powerful than love. She understands that people you love can break you to the point where you're nothing but pieces on the floor. She understand that love is never enough and that you can’t force someone else to love you. Finally, she understands that once something is broken things can never be the same again, that includes a broken heart and trust.

The stress and the pain would be intensified by a thousandfold to the day she was undone. “In fact, there’s no reason for me to love you again. Once a mirror is shattered, you can never get it back to its original state, despite your best efforts. “It’s like my heart was broken into pieces. You can try to piece it back but the cracks will always be there. Every line of crack represents the pain that I’ve gone through in the past. You might still have a place in my heart, but I can’t just move on from the pain…”

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

She throws the cell phone in front of her. Katleah was surprised when she saw her throw the phone at her, so she missed it, and it fell to the floor. In horror, her lips parted. After regaining consciousness, she immediately picked it up and examined it. Her thought was right. The glass on the phone cracked due to the force of the fall. Because this type of cell phone is durable and long-lasting, it will continue to function even if broken. Marie only smiled when he looked at her. "You're stupid, so don't try to tell Brother that I broke it because of your stupidity. Please don't hold it against me." He looked her over from head to toe before walking away like a villain in the movie.

Sighs again. “Oh, it’s been broken before, believe me. It was broken when my Dad abandoned me when I was six, and my Mom’s been breaking it every day and a small piece at a time ever since. It broke when alcohol took away my painting, and when I was raped as I slept in a drunken stupor. I know what it is to have my heart broken… but yesterday was different. I had my heart broken by the first man that I’ve ever chosen to trust and really let in. And to love.” Total silence now.

His kiyu and Esha _ ____________ "We weren’t perfect. We were bruised, broken, and beautifully undone. But in the end, we found what all the love songs forget to tell you — That sometimes, the greatest love stories are the ones you fight the hardest for." _____________ ______The End _______ The Other Woman ***