Pain Goodbye Broken Heart Quotes

Elena Monroe devoted her life to her husband and son, pouring every ounce of love into their little family. But love wasn’t enough. The man she cherished sought comfort elsewhere, and the child she raised with all her heart wished for a different mother. The ultimate betrayal came when her son innocently declared, “The three of us look more like a family than with my mommy.” That day, Elena’s world shattered. But she didn’t beg. She didn’t fight. She simply walked away—leaving behind her past, her marriage, and even her child. With ruthless determination, she buried her pain and focused on building an empire. The woman everyone underestimated rose from the ashes, amassing a fortune of over 100 billion. Now, she’s untouchable—adored by the media, respected by rivals, and worshipped by a man who sees her worth. But fate isn’t done playing games. Her ex-husband, drowning in regret, wants her back. Her son, now desperate for her love, longs for the mother he once pushed away. Yet, Elena is no longer the woman who once pleaded for their love. This time, they are the ones begging—while she stands beside a man who would rather burn the world than let her go. They lost her once. They won’t get a second chance.

I knew that my father did not like me since I was young. When I wanted to commit suicide to end the pain caused by my illness, he was celebrating another child’s birthday. He hated my mother and me alongside her. So, when I told him that I was sick, he did not believe me. “Is this your new tactic to get money from me?” No one believed that the daughter of the Powell family could die because she was too poor to pay the hospital fees. My father did not believe it either. However, when he saw my dead body, the famous actor who hated his daughter actually went insane.

I chase my six-year-old daughter out of the house on a cold winter day. I cut her new clothes to pieces and dirty her dainty little face with mud. Then, I give her all my savings. She looks at me tearfully and reaches out for me, wanting me to hold her. However, I harden my heart and push her away, saying, "Leave! Go to Bowen Group and look for their CEO, Logan Bowen. Show him my death certificate and your DNA test—he'll take you in." She sobs while looking at me. "Don't you want me anymore, Mommy? Let's go look for Daddy together." After a brief silence, I say, "I can't go with you. I lied to him back then to have you." Yes, I'm a liar. I orchestrated everything from meeting Logan, dating him, to ultimately leaving him with his child in my womb. Even the death certificate I've given my daughter is fake. From beginning to end, I've lied to him about everything except our daughter.

On Christmas Eve, while her husband takes their son to watch fireworks with his first love, Justine Payne finally makes up her mind—she's getting a divorce. They've been married for five years. To everyone else, she's the lucky woman with the perfect life. She has a devoted husband and a smart, adorable son. But only she knows the truth—her husband has never let go of his first love. Even worse, the child she nearly died giving birth to can't wait to replace her with someone else. So, Justine decides to set them both free—a husband whose heart doesn't truly belong to her and a son who can't wait to replace her. She refuses to keep holding on to love that isn't returned.

My secretary replaced me on my wedding day, walking down the aisle in a white wedding gown. The man I had loved for ten years threw the bridesmaid dress in my face and ordered me to wear it instead. "She is the bride now. You'll be next," he said coldly. My grandmother was so furious that she fell ill on the spot. Meanwhile, he and the secretary smiled brightly as they completed the wedding ceremony. After the grand wedding, the secretary posted photos of herself in her wedding gown on social media. The comments were overwhelmingly congratulatory. [Today is such a beautiful day, I finally got what I wanted. I hope those who try to ruin someone else's relationship will wake up soon.] She wrote. Chester Morrison replied to her post: [It is a great day. Don't ruin your good mood by some trash.] When I returned home, holding my grandmother's photo, who had passed away, I found them tangled together on the bedspread my grandmother had lovingly sewn for me, the one with a pair of Swan that symbolizes eternal love.

What do you do when the mate you love gets another she-wolf pregnant after a drunken night? This is my new reality. In the face of this, he firmly said, "Keep the pup, and we can still go back to how things were." I could not believe my ears. Shaking my head, I asked him to choose. "Between me and the pup, who do you choose?" I said to him. All I got was silence. His blank face broke me. I could not believe he couldn’t answer. But his silence was enough of an answer for me. So I left, and he regretted it.

“Pinili kong umalis para hindi ka mahirapang pumili at magdesisyon.” Lumuluhang sabi ni Via sa binata. Mapaklang ngumisi si Russell at nakakainsultong tumitig sa mga mata niya. “Do I need to thank you for that? Do you fucking want to hear me say, Oh, thank you for fucking ruin my life!” Napapitlag siya nang sigawan siya nito ngunit hindi siya nagpatinag. Alam niyang kasalanan niya kung bakit nito sinasayang ang buhay nito. “I don’t have any choice—” “Goddamn it, Via! Don’t fucking tell me that you don’t have a damned choice! Pinili mong iwan ako sa kabila nang labis kong pagmamahal sa’yo! You choose to hurt me, so stop telling me your bullshits and get lost!” Nakagat niya ang kanyang labi at pinigilang huwag mapahagulhol. Nasasaktan siya sa sinapit nito, ramdam niya ang matinding galit nito sa kanya. Magagawa niya pa rin bang gamutin ang sugat na tinamo nito nang iwan niya ito? Could she really have a chance to fix the bad boy’s, broken heart?

I find cigarette ashes on the passenger seat of my wife's car. She brushes me off, saying, "My new assistant left it there. He's not the most sensible." When I ask for a divorce, she stares at me in disbelief. "Just because of that?" "Yeah. Just because of that!"

Natasha Davis always had the dream of getting married to her high school sweetheart, Paul, so she wasn't bothered when she got pregnant for him at the age of 17. That was until Paul decided to leave the country to further his education. Six years later, Natasha is a single mother to give year old Mirabella and she needs to find a job. Unable to find a quality job without the required certificate, Natasha settles for the job of a nanny. Not just any nanny but a nanny to Malcolm Grayson's kids. Malcolm Grayson is a divorcee with a set of twins. His ex-wife, Yvette Brooks, a popular actress cheated on him and divorced him, leaving two kids behind. After almost four years of looking for the perfect nanny, he finds Natasha. However, Malcolm finds out that Natasha is not like any woman he knows. She is smart and determined and loyal to a fault. He start to fall head over heels for her, despite his heartfelt desire for his wife to return to him. Natasha realizes that she cannot fight her attraction for her strong-headed, annoying and insufferable boss. And just when the both of the think they've found love with each other, Natasha lands a major role as an actress that will launch her stardom. But this means she has to leave the state for a while. Not only that, Yvette decides to return back to claim her husband and kids and Paul soon finds out that he has a kid somewhere. Both of their exes return to their lives and Natasha and Malcolm have to go extra mile to prove the love and trust they have for each other.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband, Damian Pyke, once again left me for his first love. He said, "Taking care of a child alone isn't easy for Waverly. You're both women—can't you show her some understanding?" Not only was I willing to understand Waverly Benson, but I was also ready to step aside entirely so they could raise her child together. So, I packed my bags and applied for an overseas architecture program through my workplace. However, he eventually regretted it, crying and begging me not to go.