Rebound After Break Up Novels & Stories

By the time Quinn and I returned from our honeymoon, Jenna still hadn't cleared up the rumors. Weber Group officially terminated our partnership with Cooper Group and filed a compensation claim. Mom told me that Gideon and Erin had come personally to plead with us. They asked to see me and complained to my parents, but my parents turned them away every time. Ever since Jenna and I broke off our engagement, they hadn't contacted us except to ask for help with their company. This family only valued people when it benefited them.

“Let go of me moron, I can’t even deal with you right now,” “I am sorry, that was petty of me, it just came out, what can I do to make it up to you?” He asked. “Well, you can be my buddy, I am going through a break up so I need someone to use for a rebound and since you are single like me, you can help, don’t worry, I don’t plan on fucking you,”

Rebecca's POV It has been a month since Carlos and I broke up. The break-up left me completely broken, and I don’t think I can bear it anymore. Carlos was my soul mate and my source of strength. Being without him completely devastates me. I have been so terrible and in a bad mood. I wish that I could finish the semester, so I can go home and just forget about all this for a while. At least at home I will be with my family, and it will distract me somehow.

Her breath caught. “But breaking doesn’t always mean ending,” I continued, my voice gentler now, steadier as I managed to sniff in my snort. “Sometimes it just means we come back… differently.” She stared at me like she was trying to hold onto every word, like they might slip away if she didn’t. “There’s a saying,” I added, reaching up to wipe a tear from her cheek, my thumb lingering there for just a second, “pieces broken beyond repair that come back together can’t be broken again.”

“Hey, just because I don't have a mate doesn't mean I don't know anything about women or grief. I looked at him then, noticing a flicker of something pass across his face. It was the first time since I'd known him that Caleb didn't seem to be in perfect control. He looked vulnerable, human. In an instant, it was gone, and Caleb's usual smug expression was back once more. I stood up, dusting off my jeans. “I have something to do. He nodded. - Good luck. And if she still hates you after you break up, speak well of me. This girl is amazing.

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

"After a breakup, that makes sense." "Yes," Maya says, and allows the lie to be kind. Because that is the best cover story of all. Heartbreak explains everything. Weight loss. New habits. Cash withdrawals. Self-defense classes. Storage units. Quiet. Lists. No one looks at a woman after a breakup and thinks, she is preparing for engineered viral collapse. They think, good for her, she's getting her life together. Maya lets them.

"And why are we standing like this for so long? People might think we are weird. Let's go find a seat." But before I could walk towards an open table Kai stopped me and pointed, "Hey dude look, aren't those girls cute? Let's go sit next to them and see if it goes anywhere." I looked at him an annoyance, "Are you serious dude, right after a break up for me?" "As a rebound, duh." he said trying to convince me.

With one mistake… we shattered into pieces. For years that we were together, we were used to each other’s company. Sleep in the same apartment, celebrated special days together, build dreams together, and now that we broke up, how can I get back to my old self? In that three days, I was trying to find my old self. I asked myself what are the things I do before I met him so I could do those things again now that he is now out of my life. It was hard. It was just three days since we broke up but I could say that it was really damn hard for me. How much more in the upcoming days?

Pride and gratitude, mixed with sadness and anger. The sadness and anger won out. “Then why doesn’t he ever call?” I asked bitterly. “There’s some pop psychologist who says that if you break up with someone, it’s like breaking a bone – you need to give it time to heal. For a relationship, it’s about six months.” I didn’t feel like I would ever heal. So far, only the chaos of my new job had been able to distract me from the pain… and then only during working hours. “So?”