Novel & Cerita Not My Mama's Broken Heart

I finish. Candice just stares at me. I give her a minute to catch the meaning of my story. She says her mother was broken from her father, but I've seen what it looks like to be able to get up, pick your face off the floor and move on. I am sure it's not easy, and it may take a while, but it's better than having no self-esteem. You can only get your heart broken if you give that person the power. You can't be truly in love if that person does not love you in return.

"Just... don't." I walked to our children, gathering them close, their small arms wrapping around me like anchors in a storm. They didn't understand what was happening, but they knew their mother's heart was breaking. The pancakes grew cold on the counter. Somewhere in the house, a clock ticked, marking the moment our perfect world shattered. And I knew, with terrible certainty, that this was only the beginning. The morning sun still shone through our windows, but its warmth couldn't reach the frozen wasteland of my heart. Everything looked the same, but nothing would ever be. Would our love survive this? Or would Martha Taylor and her son, Max's son be the thing that finally broke us?

They had played me for a fool and I was none the wiser. My heart might as well be made of glass because the one person I trusted irrevocably shattered it. Trusted even more so than my own mother. And yet, no tears came. Is this what absolute heartbreak felt like; a numbness in your chest and difficulty breathing? Because that is what I feel like right now. First, my father hands me over to one of our world’s most brutal mob bosses, my mother ignoring my pleas for help, and now the utter disrespect towards me on my wedding day.

Tan the name she had tried to forget but couldn't. "I have a company now, Tan and I are history, we broke up" "Oh" "Don't be angry with us Gabby. After our fight that day, we never knew it will take us four years to see your face again" "Mom I am not angry, what I am angry about is that it took me so long to see you and dad and now you are dying" Gabby's mother grabbed her hand as she laid on the bed, she ran her fingers through her dark curls.

He looks up at me with so much trust that it twists my own heart. “It’s a small hole in your heart.” “My heart is broken?” “No, not broken, you just have a small hole, but now I know that’s what it is, I can fix it.” “My heart is broken because Mum isn’t the Luna.” “No, you were born with this Athan, there is nothing that could have been done about it. It is nobody’s fault. Sometimes these things just happen.” “But why me?” “Sometimes only the bravest, strongest souls are challenged with such hardship…but now I think I know what it is…we can work to close it.”

"But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah." I shrugged softly, "I don't care, Tiffany. I want you and if that comes with pieces all over the place then I'm okay with it. You don't get it," I chuckled softly, moving the hand that was cupping her face back to her hands to hold them gently in mine. "I can't unlove you. I can't forget the feeling of holding you when you sleep next to me. I can't forget how your eyes would get a bit bigger every time something surprising would happen in Prison Break. I can't forget the dreadful look on your face every time you walk in to math class, wanting it to be over

"Are you really going to watch your mother die?" The longer she talked, the steadier she became. Six years of marriage had taught her exactly where my weakness was. She was right. If my mother hadn't died on that operating table, I might have given in. However, she had thrown away the only leverage she had. I drove my foot into Diana's stomach. She slammed into the TV with a loud crash. "My mother's condition no longer matters to me. "All I want now is your life." I raised the knife and stepped toward her.

' I returned to Havenbrook with my suitcase, and as soon as I got home, my parents pulled me aside and asked why I had broken things off. I told them everything about Logan asking Vanessa to do IVF for him. My mother immediately hugged me and cried. My father stayed silent for a long while before finally saying, "Thank God you didn't marry her." My lips trembled, but I could not stop the tears from falling. I wasn't crying for Vanessa; I was crying for the version of myself that had once traveled between cities for love. I was mourning the relationship I had fought so hard to save, only for it to end in the bitterest way possible.

And my heart… God, my heart felt shattered in too many directions to count. I stared up at the ceiling, swallowing against the knot in my throat. Last night replayed in flashes the dinner, the tension, the emotions spilling out like broken glass, the way he looked at me like he couldn’t breathe without me… Then the universe decided to break me all over again. My mother was alive. Not in a grave. Not in ashes. Not lost somewhere in the ocean But Alive. And the crash,the crash that destroyed my childhood… The crash that stole everything from me…

I muttered to myself with a short laugh, a laugh that speaks a lot about how messed up and shattered I am. "What were you thinking when you were saving him!" my mother's cracked voice cut in. "Why repay us with this? I couldn't sleep last night because I knew the next day would be the last day I'd set my eyes on you; you can't imagine the severe grief I feel now! You might be killed or made a rogue "She bawled, sadly. "I pray they keep me alive. I am so sorry for what I did" I pouted, feeling so bad at seeing the tears and pain in my mother's eyes.