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Chapter 10 I will never love you His words kept repeating in my head. I’m back at my favourite convenience store, this time I manage to buy myself a drink without needing to show my ID. The owner doesn't ask me anything, not that I would reply. I can finally understand why Callum never spared me a glance. He has someone like Celine all this time and I was the reason why they broke up. His marriage tore them apart! I gulped a huge amount of the bitter thing, Tessa White is the most pathetic human.

But then I thought about her shattered mental state, and the director's warning echoed in my head: "No visitors she recognizes, or we risk a total breakdown." My hands shook violently against the steering wheel. In the end, I didn't get out of the car. After idling at the gate that represented both her prison and her protection for a long time, I pulled a sharp U-turn and headed back to my cold, empty apartment. I locked myself in my room and buried my head in AI model code. Only these dry, emotionless data points could make me forget the suffocating bitterness tightening in my chest. I don't know how much time passed, but the LA skyline was already glowing outside my window when my comm-sto

"Leonard Cohen. He understood brokenness better than most." "Do you think that's true? That being broken is necessary?" "I think being broken teaches us things being whole never could." Vincent took the book gently from my hands and read the next lines. "But I also think we get to choose what we do with the breaking. Let it destroy us or let it remake us into something stronger." I looked up at him. "Is that what you did? Let it remake you?" "I'm still figuring that out." He handed the book back. "But I'm trying."

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

CHAPTER ELEVEN THE CHARITY GALA It’s strange, really, how quickly your world can fall apart. One moment, you’re standing on solid ground, the perfect life you’ve spent years molding resting in your hands. And the next? It all crumbles. All it takes is one fucking tiny crack. One moment of weakness, one betrayal, and the illusion shatters like glass underfoot.

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A system that didn’t bend— didn’t survive the challenge. It broke. Or worse— It turned into something that should have broken but didn’t. Something rigid. Something dangerous. The fracture pulsed again. Slightly stronger. Not aggressive. But resistant. Still holding onto what it had always been. “And when it breaks,” she said quietly, “everything it was protecting collapses with it.” That landed. She felt it. A deeper shift this time. Not surface-level processing. Something structural. Reconsidering. Rebalancing.