N E Heartbreak Novels & Stories

The realization only spelt one thing for her. Heartbreak.

Ethan’s POV I never thought heartbreak would feel like this. Like a hollow ache settling deep in my chest, stretching its fingers into every part of me. Like my whole world had shifted under my feet, leaving me standing on nothing. Elena had been lying to me. Not just once. Not just a slip-up or a mistake, but for who knows how long. Every word, every touch, every promise—I had believed it all, swallowed it whole like a fool. And the worst part? I hadn’t even seen it coming.

Theodore I’m honestly surprised that I can still walk. But it must be the hate and desperation because the pain in my limbs and my heart would be too much to have my body functioning otherwise. I was prepared to feel bad because I had never loved someone as much as I love him, so I figured that this time, my heartbreak would crush me. But what I feel is devastatingly worse than any pain I have ever felt. I haven’t talked to Nathanael since I asked him to make me an offer, and I ignored him as much as I could while he kept scurrying around me constantly.

But as he steps back, his voice drops to a whisper. “I love you.” Then the mattress rises as he leaves, the soft click of the door the only sound in the quiet room. I sit there, gripping onto myself, forcing my breathing to slow. Only when I’m sure he’s gone do I finally let go. My entire body trembles as the dam inside me breaks. Heaving sobs rip through me, curling me into myself, choking me. I don’t know how long I stay like this—minutes, hours—until a gentle knock at the door pulls me from my anguish.

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

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."

My heartbeats were rising hard and fast, echoing the pounding of his heart beneath my palm. For a long moment, we stared at each other, the tension between us thick and charged. I could feel my resolve wavering, my carefully constructed defenses beginning to crack. This was the moment I had been waiting for—the moment when I would confront Ethan Blackwood, the man I held responsible for so much pain.

I wish I was more sensible. I take another huge gulp from the champagne bottle, then groan loudly afterwards. I feel like I'm being ripped apart from the inside. Nothing in my entire life has ever hurt this bad. Absolutely nothing. Heartbreak is the worst pain imaginable. I never thought it was but now that I'm feeling it, I know it is. Indigo hates me now. There's no coming back from that. I bet she's going to move on from me sooner than later, leaving me alone in despair.

"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it," I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.

Because heartbreak would've been easier to understand. This was obsession breaking apart in real time.