Romance Books About Heartbreak Novels & Stories

His apology now was nothing more than a shallow feeling of guilt, and I did not need that. What I wanted was to be with someone who loved me unconditionally. Someone whose entire world revolved around me. I pulled my hand away from his. "Not a chance! Let’s just get a divorce. Even without Megan, we would’ve ended up here eventually," I said coldly. “Is there really no chance for us? Please Cat...” He looked at me with wounded eyes. "Can’t we start over? Just give me one more chance." "That’s impossible, Matthew. Don’t try to act all loving and caring—it doesn’t work on me anymore."

As the first faint, pale grey light of dawn began to bleed through the edges of the blackout curtains, Eve stared into the shadows of his room, her heart hammering a dark, chaotic rhythm that no equation in the world could ever fix. For the first time in her life, Eve Brooks stopped running the math. She simply closed her eyes, held his hand tight, and let herself fall.

To forget his family and the society and just chose him. They denied dessert and paid the bill instead. Tan escorted her out of the restaurant. His warm hand was a noticeable presence on the small of her back. It didn’t matter that she knew that this meeting could very much mean goodbye. It didn’t matter that she knew she should just end everything before she gets even more hurt. It didn’t matter that Tan might never get around to choosing her. She was already too late. She had fallen for Tan. Again. Deep . Gabby didn’t think she’d ever even felt different about him. She fell so hard she couldn’t even get up, didn’t even want to if she was being honest. The realization only spelt one th

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

I let him kiss me, and I kissed him back. And it wasn't fair. Because Liam Hunter had destroyed me once. He had stood beside Beatrice while she laughed me into nothing. He had taken my heart and handed it back in shards. He was supposed to be the last person who could ever make me feel again. And yet… the echo of him was there, stirring something I'd buried so deep I thought it was dead. I hated myself for it. I dropped onto the bed, curling forward, running a hand through my hair as if I could rake out the memories clinging like thorns. His drunken whisper repeated in my head: Don't leave me again.

He was right, he never said he loved her books. We fell into a comfortable silence as we both got roped into the magical world of reading. I was deeply drawn to the world of fallen angels, love, betrayal and so much heartache that by the time I was halfway through the second book, tears were rolling down my face and I couldn't stop them. "What's wrong?" Nick asked as I sniffed. "This book, I can't believe that Luce and Daniel went through so much just so they could be together," I replied as I wiped my tears.

“I’m furious enough to burn his whole kingdom to the ground for free.” For the first time since I walked in, Remy blinked. “You didn’t know that,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “You thought this was about money. About your daddy’s will. You thought you were hiring a woman scorned.” I sat back down, slow, deliberate. Crossed my legs. Picked up the pen he’d left beside the contract. “I’m not scorned, Remy. I’m scorched. There’s a difference.” I clicked the pen at once.

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

He didn’t glance my way, but I could tell something was off—his shoulders were tense, his jaw rigid. “Where were you?” I asked, softly. He didn’t respond. Just slipped off his coat and tossed it carelessly onto the sideboard. “You haven’t eaten—” “I’m not hungry.” His tone was sharp. Dismissive. “I just... wanted to spend some time—” He turned. “Why? So you can sit there and watch me like some lovesick puppy?” The words stung. My throat tightened. “I’m your wife, Jaxon.” He walked toward me, slow and deliberate. Then, without warning, he yanked the book from my hands and tossed it aside. The thud echoed like a slap.

When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90. I moved out early the next morning. Freddie stood by the window, watching my slender figure fade into the distance. His heart twisted in agony. The last 10% of the Heartbreak Level naturally came from the words he had spoken the day before his wedding. The moment I closed my eyes, my Heartbreak Level finally hit 100%. The system said he should go and say goodbye. But knowing the memories would remain, Freddie chose not to. Instead, he said silently in his heart, "Goodbye, Rosalie."