The Break-up Quote Novels & Stories

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

I continued, "Completing this wedding that I've put so much effort into is more important to me. Did you not notice? Every wedding photographer today deliberately avoided you. I'll edit the wedding video myself." Gabriel's face darkened as he pressed his lips tightly together. His eyes drilled into me as if he wanted to see right through me. "Are you breaking up with me?" I took a deep breath and met his gaze. "I think what I said at the vows ceremony was clear enough. I don't want to be with you."

You're throwing me away like I didn't mean anything? Henry got up slowly from his chair. The firelight cast a shadow over half of his face, making it hard to interpret his eyes. Henry said, "The contract is over now." You will get your money. "Pack your bags." Georgia (shaking her head): "No." I won't leave just because she said so. We had a deal. "You can change agreements." Georgia (voice breaking): "And what about feelings? Can they also be rewritten? Or are you saying that you never cared about me?

He finally spoke after fighting the words out of his throat. “Remember when I told you that I would grant you a wish whatever it was that you needed?” he asked. I remembered that he told me to take my time to think of what I need so I nodded my head. His eye brows slowly and sorrowfully getting pushed together, he said “Let’s break up!”…

"Now let me ask you again. What are you looking for?" I took a deep breath. There was no point denying it anymore. I would only embarrass myself further. "I’m looking for something I can use to break you," I admitted while staring straight into his eyes. There was no turning back now. "Remember what I told you back in the cafeteria? I said I’d make you fall in love with me so I could break you. That’s my end goal, and I just thought maybe I could skip ahead and get straight to the ending of our deal."

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

I broke up with Andrew as fast as I could. I returned every gift he had ever given me, packed my things, and moved out of the apartment we had shared. In the shortest time possible, I cut every tie between us. However, to him, I was just being dramatic. He kept coming after me, complaining again and again. "Over one experiment? You're really breaking up with me over that? I already bought the diamond ring. I was going to propose to you, and this is how you treat me?"

"And I need to get to work with an open mind." “I am resting.” I failed horribly at holding back my laughter. God, I had missed this. "I wasn't planning to fuck you though," he said, "we can't be fucking every other day like animals, can we, my love?" "But..." he then added, "These two weeks won't be good for you I promise." He let me go right then. "The game is over," he said shortly, "hurry up get prepared I'd stop you by when I'm going down town."

"I did all of this for you... for us..." ​"Yes, defective! The doctor told me you won't be able to get pregnant ever again! And now, this stunt of yours has cost me my first and last child with you!" He hurled his final, cutting words into her face, then turned toward the door with absolute coldness, saying, "The hospital wants the discharge papers and the bill paid... Figure it out yourself. I am not prepared to pay a single penny for the murderer of my son."

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.