Not My Mama's Broken Heart Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry for your loss. Your mom's gone, and Yasmin is really sad, too. She's your wife, after all. Pay more attention to her." I believed what Zachary had told me. He was the friend I trusted the most, and Yasmin was the woman I loved the most. I had never doubted them a single bit. Faced with their betrayal, I felt a sharp, freezing pain shoot through my entire body. When I caught them red-handed, I thought I'd never forgive them. Then one day, my dad fell severely ill, and I collapsed outside the operating room. Yasmin handled the payment and procedure for me, while Zachary was busy taking care of everything else.

"B-Believe it or not, it's also against my heart to do this... But where can I get ten million to pay-" "Why did you have such a big debt?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Another tear fell freely down my cheek. Here is the man I looked up to the most since I was a kid, my father, and my only family left. What I thought was a strong wall that nothing could break. But all that changed when Mama disappeared. Everything crumbled when our only light was taken from us. I can't even blame him for breaking down like that. She was our light and since she disappeared, the future has become dark for me and my father. And I can see how broken my father is until now.

"Cassidy, when we made this mug, you said after we got married, we'd make a smaller one for our child. Do you still remember?" "I remember." "Then would you give me one more shot? I can wait for you to break up with him." As he said those words, his voice started to falter with emotion. I gazed at him silently, then slowly walked up to him and took the mug from his hands. Under his incredulous stare, I smashed it into bits. "There. Now that the mug is broken and the baby is gone, it's time you stopped fooling yourself." With that, I walked forward, stepping on shards in the process.

Fans flooded my page, begging. [Stella, please. Just give me one chance.] [You're one of Carmoria's best dancers. You made us proud overseas. Let us see you live!] I laughed. I was about to set up a giveaway when a comment popped up: [What's there to be proud of? She's used-up trash. She lost her baby in a car crash. Who cares how well she dances? Who knows how many men she slept with to become principal?] I clicked the profile without thinking.

I may have approached him for revenge but my feelings are real, they are realer than my whole existence honestly, I need him to know that. Even as I am explaining everything to myself I can feel the hopelessness of it. He won’t take this explanation, he won’t want to see me. What am I going to do? I can’t bear another heartbreak, I can’t take it, my poor heart, it can only take so much. It hasn’t been long since I cried over Cory, and I’m not ready to cry over his father too. This can’t be happening. By the time my shift was over, I still hadn’t heard from Ralph, and I was dying. If I weren’t in public, I would have cried a river.

Now I’m here and he’s not talking to me. “Thanks for the food, mom,” I let out, desperate to hear something so I don’t go crazy. “How are you?” She asked and I know she wasn’t asking the usual stuff, she wanted real answer. “I’m not okay, mom. I’m so miserable and I can’t help it. My heart feels like it’s broken into a thousand pieces and I don’t know how to fix it.” I let out while she went mute for a minute before clearing her throat. “I’m trying hard not to say it’s all your fault right now. I can see how down you are and maybe beating you down again isn’t the way at the moment.” She chimed in.

My everyday life revolved around her wants and needs. I'd nearly forgotten what I was like when I still had dreams of my own. … Eight years ago, I was in desperate need of cash due to my mother's illness. I was at the end of my rope when Anya appeared, saying she would offer me five million. However, that money was only up for grabs if I agreed to marry her. I also had to help her manage her family. For my mother's sake, I agreed to the deal. Over the last eight years, I've watched her come home with different men.

I sat there for a long time, the weight of Ezra’s words crushing me, until one truth became impossible to ignore…… No matter what choice I made, someone’s heart would break and I wasn’t sure if it would be theirs… or mine.

Instead, she was his unforgettable first love. Although Yohan and I were married, there was a saying that rang true—the one who was unloved was the actual third wheel. It was my first time seeing him fall head over heels for someone when he was 18—right during the height of his youth. The Walkers went bankrupt just a month ago, and Emily was forced to return from overseas. She used up all her savings to cover the Walkers' debt, yet it was hard for her to find a high-paying job with her music background.

His eyes widened, he almost yelled. “We'll discuss it later father. You'll be late.” I said, giving him a tight smile enough to stop him from pestering. “Go reply your pending mails.” I walked on, strolling around the house, smiling to myself. My heart sank when I passed my mother's room. I took steps back, lingered at the door like she'd welcome me with a bright smile. I thought I grew past but everytime I remember, it breaks me. It's like when you're heart shatters into millions of pieces. Unfixable, because one piece will always be lost. It becomes incomplete, leaving a loop dark hole. At any slight chance, it breaks again.