The Break-up Quote Novels & Stories

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣. – 𝙎𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙖, 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙨𝙝 *** "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢� �𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.."

"Perhaps, this is part of the test. Fate test us to know how much we can take it, and how can we manage to handle a problem coming through our lives everyday. Guess what? I literally knew whose the winner and that's you!" She laughed while wiping her tears, "Are you kidding me?" "No! I am not. You manage to changed, go on with the life that was given to you, take all the revelations and become bold enough to stand again. So, a break up won't hurt you. It's just a dumb test made by the fate, you don't have to be a crying lady in your office and pretend your busy because as far as we remember, busy was not your word. Isn't it?"

His expression was a masterclass in athletic composure unflappable, serene, and entirely unreadable. "The contract we signed states that I will cover your mother’s medical expenses, Ethan," Adrian replied, his deep voice smooth and measured. "My financial team handles the disbursements through Sophia's PR budget. If a private foundation stepped in to assist with the rest, you should take it as a stroke of good luck. I have nothing to do with external charitable trusts."

Unmistakable. ‎ ‎My hands trembled. ‎ ‎“She was watching,” I whispered. ‎ ‎“She was waiting,” Ethan corrected. ‎ ‎He took the phone from me and pressed play. ‎ ‎The video was short. Silent. Edited. ‎ ‎The final frame froze on Ethan’s hand gripping my wrist. ‎ ‎Then text appeared across the screen. ‎ ‎YOU BROKE YOUR RULES FIRST. ‎NOW I BREAK YOU. ‎ ‎My chest tightened painfully. ‎ ‎“What does she want?” I asked.

Turning slightly, I slipped my hands into my pockets, my gaze hardening as I looked down at him. “Then go ahead.” Hope flickered in his eyes and I crushed it instantly. “Pay me a hundred thousand million dollars.” The color drained from his face. “As a penalty,” I added casually, as if I were discussing something trivial. “That’s the cost of breaking the contract.” His lips parted, but no sound came out. “You signed it, Ethan,” I continued, my tone dropping lower. “Every clause. Every condition.” I stepped closer again, towering over him. My gaze locked onto his, dark and unyielding.

Her powerful statement echoed throughout the silent room, and Zivon’s glare grew dangerously vicious for a brief moment. In the end, he was prompted to retort, “…Love is a two-way decision. If you alone can make the decision of breaking up, then what’s stopping me from deciding to get you pregnant? Hmm?” No matter how charming his voice was, Xavia was momentarily left speechless by his response. What the hell was he even saying?! Who even says such things in response to a woman requesting a breakup?!

She cut in. The world narrowed to a pinprick as her words echoed in my head again. She had just said it like my dreams, my career, my self, were optional accessories she could fold away. My hands trembled at my sides. I tried to speak, but my tongue felt thick. “Mum…” “I am sorry, but… I think that’s best now.” My voice cracked on the lie. “We are not breaking up. Just… a break. So I can recover from the setbacks.”

"I think we should break up." "Pardon?" "You heard me correctly. I think that we should break up. Besides, the contract said the deal can be broken off if there is something reasonable. I bet you know-" "Of course, I know that already, Zora. I drafted the fucking contract." He cut me off as he breathed. "You can say what you want to say. I won't hold you back." I whispered.

My grip tightens on my purse at the sting of her words. “It will be such a shame when your marriage falls apart. It was scandalous when Lily and Marco broke up, but he inevitably gets fed up with you and tosses you aside; it will be downright pathetic.” “And I’m sure you would be delighted if we broke up,” I say, my voice soft but firm. “Just like you were happy when Marco and Lily broke up. After all, it can’t be easy seeing the guy you like with another girl.”

" You can't understand." " Then fucking make me understand!" He yells. " Are you bored of me? Because I'm sure as shit this isn't about my age. You didn't give a shit about my age when you let me eat you out, then why are you using our age difference as an excuse to break up with me?" " I'm not breaking up with you!" " You're asking for a break, Lauren. A break is a gradual process to finalize a break up. You're fucking bored already aren't you? You didn't give a shit about my profession back in LA. What's the change of heart the minute we land in Miami?"