The Heartbreak Prescription Novels & Stories

I stared at him, speechless and stunned by the heartbreaking news. "I know it's hard to take in, but try to take heart, sir. We have just discovered that she took Diclofenac instead of the actual medication prescribed to her," Doctor Stephen continued, his tone filled with empathy as he attempted to offer some explanation in the midst of the devastating news.

He then furiously beat Flora until she miscarried. After being taken to the hospital, Flora died not long after. Thereafter, Adrian lost both his pup and his mate and suffered a tremendous psychological and emotional blow. He was soon imprisoned in the pack's jail for intentional homicide. Meanwhile, life for Blaise and me became increasingly fulfilling. I gradually healed from my past wounds, and together with Blaise, we nurtured many pups. In fact, we became the happy couple that everyone admired.

If I let him think this was more than a drunken mistake, I’d be opening myself up to the one thing I couldn’t afford: heartbreak. I straightened my back, forcing a mask of indifference onto my face. Elliot wasn’t going to get under my skin. Not again. But just as I resolved to bury the whole thing, the sound of footsteps pulled my attention to the doorway. There he was. Elliot Prescott, looking maddeningly perfect in his tailored suit, as if he hadn’t spent the night being the same reckless, impulsive person I had. His eyes locked onto mine, and a flicker of something I couldn’t quite place passed over his face.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then added quietly, “This looks like a... self-harm, perhaps. She needs care, not pressure. If she suffers another collapse like this, her body might not hold up. She’s very weak.” Chris stepped into the room. His eyes immediately landed on Killian’s still figure. The doctor gave Chris a slight nod before turning toward Killian. “I’ll leave the prescription with him.” she said quietly while bowing. Chris escorted her out, leaving Killian alone. Killian didn’t move. His gaze stayed locked on her closed eyes. The world outside ceased to exist for him. Every sound, every movement was swallowed by the steady, fragile rhythm of her breathing. --- The doctor hand

And then I saw him. Lorenzo. He stood at the back of the crowd, a ghost in a thousand-dollar suit. It hung off his frame, and his eyes were hollowed-out pits of desperation. I felt nothing. He looked like a stranger. Was this man really once the center of my universe? Now he was just a pathetic, broken man. I looked away and continued with the press interviews. "Miss Rossi, what was the inspiration for this collection?" "Rebirth," I said, my smile genuine. "It's about having the courage to burn your old life to the ground so a new one can rise from the ashes."

And as the sun began to set outside the clinic window, I finally understood what heartbreak truly felt like: It wasn’t loud. It was quiet. It was the sound of being erased.

The kind of smile you reserve for when your soul is fraying and you need to look composed anyway. I hadn’t gotten over Ian. Not even close. That heartbreak was a permanent bruise on my chest, just under the surface, and sometimes it felt like it was eating me from the inside out. But I was trying not to think about it. I couldn’t. I was a doctor, and doctors don’t get to cry in the middle of rounds or fall apart during surgery. My personal hell didn’t belong in the OR. It stayed locked up behind my ribs, stitched into silence like everything else I couldn’t say.

I’d been so lost in the warmth of the moment that I didn’t even care about it. However, now every word in that message felt like a slap to the face. I wiped my tears, forced myself to stand up, and stumbled out to the nearest pharmacy. I swallowed the bitter pill, my heart turning to stone as I walked back to my empty room. I lay down, staring at the ceiling, replaying the past ten years in my head. Ethan and I had been neighbors since we were kids. His father was a powerful mafia Don, and most kids were too scared to even talk to him, but not me.

The Anniversary He Forgot People always spoke about heartbreak like it arrived suddenly. Like storms. Like car crashes. Like dramatic endings. But standing alone in the middle of the ballroom while her husband smiled at another woman on their anniversary, Elena realized heartbreak was much quieter than that. It was gradual. Slow. The kind of pain that accumulated so gently you barely noticed it destroying you until one day you could no longer recognize yourself beneath it. Across the ballroom, Adrian Laurent stood beside Claire Holloway while investors and executives gathered around them naturally, pulled into Adrian’s orbit the way people always were.

The boat had moved. He couldn't find what he'd loved. Everything hit him at once. Regret. Self-hatred. Grief. His eyes went red. He couldn't stop the tears. "Please. Just one more chance." "I know what I did. I know." I shook my head. "You're badly hurt. You'll need medication for the rest of your life — a specific drug, only made in Twilight Valley. As long as you stay out of my life, I'll have someone deliver it to you on schedule."