The Price Of Breaking Up Novels & Stories

he said loudly. Heads turned towards us. Wendy rushed to my side. “Emily, are you okay?” My heart was pounding, I couldn't even answer her. Dennis straightened and spoke even louder, making sure everyone could hear. “That vase you broke there was very expensive.” My hand trembled as my eyes dropped to the shattered pieces on the floor. He clenched his teeth, shaking his head. “That vase costs $6,000.” Six… thousand? “You’ll have to pay me back,” he continued coldly, leaning closer. “Or I'll have to take destructive measures against you.”

Don't you feel anything for old times' sake? -You have one hour. If I see you again, you'll pay for all the damage you could cause with every fiber of your body. Luna's eyes widened in surprise at that comment. Angelica sighed through the phone. She was scared, but she wouldn't show it. -I missed your voice, James. That voice you put on when your real form speaks. So dark, so capable of betraying anyone, of betraying anyone. You will understand my fury, what I want to make you feel. You owe me, even if it costs me my life. I will ruin you and take away everything you love, like you did me.

Rachel would always choose someone else over me. Feeling tired, Rachel slowly stood up. Out of the corner of her eye, something shiny caught her attention in the trash bin. She walked over and saw the broken ring inside. It had broken that day, right when she left with Ethan and didn't look back. She crouched down and carefully picked out the broken pieces, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. At some point, Gwen had returned and was leaning against the doorway, watching Rachel's reaction with apparent disdain. "Now you regret it? He's long gone," Gwen coldly remarked.

"Why?" "You sure you want this one?" "It's the only one still available." "Yeah, I mean, do you really want it, like, right now?" I tapped a foot on the pavement. "What's wrong?" "It's 1,199 bucks." "I saw the price. Come on, just get it now before the window closes." He scratched the back of his neck, head down. "Thing is... I'm broke. I've already spent my pay. I don't have the money."

“First, pay 6.3 billion and take the shares. “Second, I break an arm and a leg of yours and you will have to compensate us with your companies according to the market price. “Third, I break an arm and a leg of yours, your wife sleeps with me for a night, and I’ll give you a discount of two hundred million. As for the rest, you can also compensate for it with your companies. “How about that? One arm and leg caused two hundred million and your wife sleeping with me for a night cost another hundred million. I have to say, it’s a bargain and you won’t find it anywhere else.”

"30 billion?" Celeste hummed. For a moment, Matthias didn't know whether to be angry or amused. Then he said, "If Trevor can really keep his word, I think you can agree to it. After all, you're not dating anyone right now. Delaying the divorce a bit won't really harm you. But 30 billion dollars is no small sum." That was exactly what Celeste had thought the night before, which was why she agreed.

"But we're good together. We always have been. Everyone says so." I turned to look at him, really look at him. His jaw was set, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but his fingers were tight on the steering wheel. He actually believed what he was saying. He actually thought we could just go back to the way things were. "Breaking up isn't a negotiation," I said quietly. "It doesn't require both parties to agree. I'm telling you it's over. That's all there is to it." "Scarlett, please—"

The entitlement in his eyes that says he actually believes this is somehow my fault. "You're right," I say quietly. "What?" "You're absolutely right. I was putting my career first because I was building a future for us. I was working hard so we could have a good life together. But you know what? You're not worth it. You were never worth it." I yank the engagement ring off my finger. The ruby catches the light one last time before I throw it at him. It bounces off his bare chest and falls to the floor. "We're done. I want you out of my life."

Her hand reached out hesitantly toward a canned good, turning it over between her fingers as she stared at the price tag with a heavy heart. ​Everything had become astronomically expensive. The suffocating weight of the tight budget she was forced to balance after walking away from her job was beginning to choke her. She exhaled slowly, placing the can back on the wooden shelf, feeling that familiar, bitter lump rise in her throat—the sharp sting of necessity, of being forced to let go of the small comforts that had, until very recently, been absolute givens. ​She brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and turned to guide her cart forward, but her movement froze instantly, as though all

“I’ve seen what he’s like when he’s cornered. I’m offering you a way out.” I looked at the box. My reflection split across the diamond like a warning. “What if you’re just another cage?” I asked. His eyes softened. “Then break me open. But don’t go back to him.” I closed my eyes, hearing my own beating like thunder. “I’m tired,” I whispered. “Tired of running, tired of loving ghosts.” “You won’t be a ghost with me.” “And if I say yes?” “We disappear. Tonight. I’ve already prepped everythingtickets, a place to stay. You wake up tomorrow free.”