The Break-up Quote Novels & Stories

She had loved this face for so long, from the first innocent admiration to the deep, irreversible love she felt now. “You…” Carson cut her off. “You know what I mean. A breakup f*e. Do you want it?” Something shattered inside Jessica. She felt the fragments cutting into her chest, her organs, her very soul. Her voice trembled. “Did you really have to say that today?” Carson remained impassive. “Think it over. Let me know when you’ve decided.” To him, it was nothing more than a business transaction—a contract being terminated, compensation offered for the inconvenience.

The topic was: If your partner of ten years cheats emotionally before marriage, should you break up? Our side drew the argument against breaking up. We won in the end. I stood on stage, delivering my closing speech with passion. “People waver sometimes—momentary distraction shouldn’t be a death sentence! Ten years together isn’t something to throw away so easily!” After stepping off the stage, Peter came up to ask for my number. Years later, fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke. Only when the slap lands on one’s own face does the pain truly sink in. …

It had to stop, all of it had to stop. - Please, I know it's been hard, but I can't take this anymore. The fighting, Portia, all of it, I don't want any of it anymore. Come home, come with me, let's talk. She looked at him, making every second without an answer become torture for him. - Okay. - - And what happened to Conell? - she asked in the car as they were on their way to James's house. - I broke up with him a few days ago.

"What can I do for you?" "It's Dominic. He's hung up on some girl he met after we broke up. I told you we should have waited to see if he could turn things around.” There was a pause on the other end. “Who knew he would find a way to replace you? He reluctantly let you go and promised to wait. So what changed, and why wasn't we informed? "

“Now spill.” My hand flew to the bridge of my nose, pinching hard enough to leave a mark. Maybe if I focused on the pain, I could ignore her. “We didn’t break up,” I growled. “There was nothing to break up. It was... transactional.” Victoria’s grin widened. “Oh, transactional. Sounds fancy. What were you, His sugar baby?” I glared at her so hard I thought she might burst into flames. “It’s none of your business.”

"It’s all my fault. I’ll make it up to you. Natalie, be good. Once today is over, I’ll come home to you. Everything will be settled. Trust me, okay?" I blinked away my tears, remembering how I had begged him earlier, how desperate I must have looked. Forcing myself to sound indifferent, I said, "Quentin, there won’t be a future. I’m breaking up with you." His brows furrowed, his gaze filled with dissatisfaction and condescension as if I were throwing a childish fit. "Stop it, Natalie. What will you even do after breaking up with me? Didn’t you say before that you wanted to have two kids with me? To be a good wife and mother? Now that you’re breaking up with me, what else do you have?"

(02:01am) "There's a man breaking in.."(02:01am) "Hellppp"(02:01am) "False alarm hat was just Gus"(02:05am) "I can't do this anymore... you're so far away."(04:56am) "I'm breaking up with you" (04:56am) "I'm too much,I'd damage you to."(04:56am)

I questioned. “I wanted to see you.” “You sure?” I’d like to say I was teasing him, but I couldn’t force my tone to not be serious. His eyebrows bunched together at my question. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “I don’t know. You tell me.” Dmitry shouted to Maci from across the room. “Hey Maci…Danica’s going on break.” “Hey! I’m working here.” “I know. And now you are on break.” I sighed and crossed my arms. Not wanting to put up a fight, I walked from behind the counter and joined him at a corner table.

The coxinha even gained an air of chic savory glamour. Or maybe not. Maybe it's just a nostalgic beauty influencing the memory, maybe it's just me overvaluing those ten to fifteen minutes break in the office when we were in suburban Liverpool." *** This one I wrote when I had a little big disappointment with a guy I found out was married. Do you believe I didn't suspect anything? At the time, I felt a mortal hatred, so I wrote to clear my mind and, in addition, to be able to forget about him. And I did it, and now the unfortunate is eternalized so that the smart one here will never fall for the same prank again.

He asked "No Sir." She answered shaking her head. "Would you like some coffee? You must be stressed from all the work." She headed towards the coffee machine in his office to make some. "I don't pay you to waste valuable time to worry about unnecessary details. In other words, I don't appreciate incompetence." He replied her. He then pointed his hand to the door, his eyes fixed on her. That was all the signal she needed to know when to quit. She hesitated a bit, feeling embarrassed. Conscious on who she was dealing with, she managed a smile and headed out.