Rekindled Heartache Novels & Stories

"I've lost myself, lost my memories. I want them back... I want to remember everything. This misery... it's suffocating me. I long for a better life for Echo and me, but without my past, I can't find the way forward. I can't live in misery any more. From childhood, I have had enough." Kendrick sat silently, his heart an inferno of conflicting emotions. Her betrayal surfaced back to his heart and memory. Anger, like a searing flame, burned within him, ignited by the pain Faith had unknowingly caused. But beneath the anger, a steadfast love blazed, unyielding and unwavering. It was a bond that tied their souls together, an unbreakable thread that refused to be severed.

Hearing her words, I felt like my heart was suddenly grasped by a large hand. I struggled to breathe but was unable to catch my breath. I rubbed my eyes with my hand. It turned out that I could still shed tears. I thought I had long become numb to emotions. Nonetheless, I stubbornly repeated what I had said. "Zoey, let's break up." There was no response from Zoey on the other end of the line. "What are you doing to me?" she asked.

I need to know the genuine reason behind his decision to break my heart. I had given him everything – my heart, body, and soul. I loved him wholeheartedly, but all he did was shatter my heart into countless pieces. I'm still picking up the fragments, attempting to mend them. I'm holding onto the hope that one day, my heart will heal. Tony's invitation to go on a date is stirring up the pain of my past. Three months have passed since Cameron broke up with me, yet the pain remains as fresh as if it had happened only a day ago. The wound is still raw, still stinging in my heart.

The numbness he'd worn these past few weeks shattered in that moment. "Albert, Grace… I was wrong." Tears streamed down his face. "I loved Lina. I really did. I wish she could come back… I'd trade my life for hers if I could. What use is this Golden Warrior medal to me? All I want is for her to come back to me."

And maybe that worked for him, until Aria came into our lives. This was the first time he’d ever had his heart truly torn apart. And he didn’t know what to do with that kind of pain. So he did the only thing he knew: he turned cold. But I knew better. I cleared my throat and stepped further in, letting the door shut quietly behind me. “My heart is also heavy, Kaid,” I said, my voice low but unwavering. “But there’s still this thread in me—this small, stubborn piece that refuses to break. And it keeps telling me the same thing over and over again.”

It didn’t tear through me. That could only mean one thing. She found her way back into my heart. And now, she was breaking it all over again. Guess that’s what I get. Karma’s a bitch.

At this point, I wish I had amnesia and didn't recall anything as I woke up because my head was seriously banging with migraine, my heart was shattered and my eyes were gushing freely with tears. I still can't believe I had loved this man with all my heart yet all I got to return was disdain. I had lived my life to please him and yet all my efforts went unappreciated. “Why didn't you show me the SIGNS?? This man was about to betray me,yet how come did I not see it's coming?’’ I scolded my inner man, sobbing profusely. “Girl, are you talking about SIGNS??, what SIGN exactly are you talking about?...the ones you did not see when he never agreed to sleep with you on the same bed even after 5 ye

" I laughed too, resting my chin in my hand as I watched him, his face dusted with flour. No matter how I looked at him, he did not resemble the terrifying Prince Julian people talked about. However, then again, who could have imagined that just one year ago, I was still waiting for the man I loved to hit my handkerchief? The past cannot be chased. Paths once crossed will never cross again. Now, I have what I wanted. I have my own happiness. Everything that came before. I let it go.

And it had all led me here, to this moment, with my heart in a million pieces at my feet, finally understanding that the boy I’d been crushing on had never, not for a single second, been mine to lose. _________________________________________ The numbness was a heavy blanket, smothering everything. I lay on my bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene in the garden on a loop. The way he’d looked at her. The easy intimacy. I didn’t cry. The hurt was too deep for tears; it was just a vast, hollow ache. So this is a heartbreak, I thought, the words echoing in the empty quiet of my room. Will there ever be someone who looks at me like I’m their whole world? Or am I just destin

I whispered, watching his pupils widen as if to drink in the sight of me, “I found out that rejection recovery like mine – it can only happen when you find your second chance.” For an instant, one perfect silver-spun instant, we faced each other. Then the words – your second chance – died away on the air, and so did the moment between us. Vincent tore himself back from me, knocking into the whiteboard in his haste, turning his back on me and breathing hard. I felt a crack run through my heart like a faultline. “Vincent?” I asked, hearing a pathetic little warble in my voice.