Novel & Cerita Rejected, But Not Broken By Katvonbeck

Not broken. But whole. Forever.

"What explanation would you have to justify a theft Diane? A breach of trust is that what you did has no presentation whatsoever, and I am afraid it is better that you leave the mansion, we will fulfill the contract as we had stipulated, but I will break it much sooner than budgeted, as soon as I can do it in a way that does not harm me and I hope you understand that." "Harry, but it's just that I love you" Diane felt her heart break in two at Harry's words, she was so intent on everything with him, the feelings for him were growing more each day and the heartbreak it gave her knowing he was treating her that way left her broken in a thousand pieces.

Not breaking. Waiting.

My life is already messed up, and I am a shame to everyone. "I, Hudson, the future Alpha of this pack, reject you stupid Judian as my mate and sever all bonds between us! I REJECT YOU! " His voice rumbled like thunder, breaking through the core of my heart and spreading that kind of pain which leaves the body numb and the lips clamped all over me.

No rewriting necessary. We may get an opportunity now after many weeks have passed.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

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I didn’t understand why it had suddenly stopped working now, over breakfast, with a woman whose name I still couldn’t fully trust. I sat in my study with the same stack of papers I’d been using as a shield all morning and found I couldn’t focus on a single line of them. I hadn’t looked away first. That was the detail that kept surfacing, unwelcome, every time I tried to redirect my attention back to the trade agreements in front of me. I had held her gaze across that table for several seconds longer than any reasonable explanation required, and some part of me, if I was being honest with myself for once, hadn’t wanted to be the one to break it.