Novel & Cerita Rejected, But Not Broken By Katvonbeck

Jennifer chokes quietly. "It's not my story to tell. Let her come to you," I choke quietly and she nods with understanding. "I'm still putting broken pieces back together and learning something new along the way. Please, whatever you and Thomas do, don't break her trust. I'm not sure I'll be enough to pick up the pieces this time."

Then the ice barrier rusted, and shattered into crumbs scattered in the forest "She's gone.. our mate is gone!.." I fell to my knees, and cried out in such great pain, that the whole kingdom was shaken by his act

He wanted to know. "I have my beliefs," she started, "one of them being that no one gets a second chance." And in reality, why would I give my partner a second chance in the first place? He cheated, and that means he will still do that. My mom always said, "A habit is a disease." She courted, paused, and continued, "Anyway, the real reason why I would just walk away from that relationship is because I am tired of heartbreaks." And when I say heartbreaks, I don't mean relationship heartbreaks but rather life heartbreaks. I am so broken that I wouldn't want to get myself into something unworthy. Trust me, Jas, I always lose interest in everything but manage to recollect myself. I am so sure th

And in the crackling of the firelight, with the storm howling outside, one question seared in my breast, louder than any thunder: If he really didn't want me... Why did it seem like his rejection was the most deadly type of want? "Why did his rejection hurt more than Andrew's betrayal?"

We did not fracture under pressure anymore. We reinforced.

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" I do not know how. Do not know what to do. Do not know how to fix what I just broke. All I know is that I just lost her. And this time it might be permanent.

Wyatt’s POV I sat at my desk that afternoon waiting for the email from Monochrome. Minutes later, a message popped up in my inbox. The subject line was empty, just her company name in the sender field. I clicked it open. “Monochrome will not be proceeding with this proposal.” That was it, clean and short. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen. No explanation for the rejection, no apology and no invite to revisit conversation later. It had Avery’s handwriting written all over it and I exhaled quietly.