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She dropped to her knees with a thud and gave a firm bow. "Mr. and Mrs. Carter Senior, please cancel my engagement with the three brothers. They don't love me. I nearly died in that lake today. I know my family is poor, but I still have my pride. "I see it clearly now. Their feelings were never real. All their affection and care were fake. I'm not worthy of this engagement. "The one they truly love is Blaire, so I'm letting go. Please cancel the engagement and let me go." She kept slamming her forehead against the floor over and over until blood started to seep out. She was still wearing a hospital gown, making the sight truly disturbing.

The dreams they shared when all they had was each other. And now? Now she was nothing but a discarded accessory in his perfect life. A tear slipped down her cheek. “Enough,” she whispered, her grip tightening. “You’ve broken me for the last time, Ethan Blackwood.” The traffic light turned green. “I’ll start over. I’ll build my life again. Without you.” But just as she crossed the intersection, a flash of blinding headlights screamed from her right. A truck, coming too fast and too close. Time slowed.

I swear, I'll never leave you again. "No matter what, just please give me one more chance!" Her eyes were brimming with tears as she spoke, but I felt nothing at all. I had already given her 52 chances, and she let every single one slip through her fingers. She had once loved someone else so openly, and she would eventually do it again. Even if I gave in now, the same thing would happen again. She'd fall for someone else, and I'd be forgotten all over again. Some things couldn't be fixed.

Then I tap. Jade fills the screen. She’s thinner. Hair cut short like mine. Dark circles under her eyes. But she’s alive. She holds up a copy of today’s NY Post. Date visible. Then she looks straight at the camera. “I’m safe. Don’t come looking yet.” One line. Then the video ends. Eleven seconds. My hands are steady when I set the phone down. Inside, I’m shaking. “He has her,” I say. “Who?” “Remy.”

But heartbreak. And that broke her heart.

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

Just how? I move closer to her and called out her name numerous times but didn't get a respond from her,she was lying there peacefully, my heart was hurting, I my self was hurting, how could she leave me when she promised not to,I tried all my best to wake up but later realise that she's gone and she could never come back to me I was so devastated,I don't know what else to do "Kareem please don't do this to your self, don't hurt your self,she's gone,she's gone.. There's nothing you can do about it"

She looked comical. Her legs couldn’t bear the pain anymore and finally gave up. Grace fell on the ground with a loud thump and that’s when her dam broke. Loud sobs escaped her mouth recalling those freaks in that disgusting club. But the question was does she even hold the right to bad mouth anymore when she did the same thing? The reality was a tight slap on her face. Because no matter how much she tries to run from it she can’t deny the fact that she used sex to get rid of the pain of heartbreak.

she said before helping Fia down on a chair and helping her with makeup. Fia looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was so pretty… But her heart had already shattered into a million pieces. Every time it shattered, she had to pick them all up and plaster the pieces back together. This time, she didn’t want to do it anymore. If only she could simply throw away all the memories of him like she was throwing away the trash. “Britney, you’re so good at makeup. Why did you end up doing research?”

"We can raise the baby together once it's born, but I won't marry you." With that, she turned and started to walk away. Shaun grabbed her arm. "Are you sure you want to break up with me?" Halsey's voice was sharp. "I've already made myself very clear. If you didn't hear me, I'll say it again. Yes, I'm breaking up with you! Now let go!" She tried to push him away, but Shaun held on. Halsey had no choice. She carefully pried each of his fingers off her arm. "Shaun, we're done!"