The Price Of Breaking Up Novels & Stories

But you deserve to know the truth about why I left. *Someone paid me to break up with you. $50,000 to move to Paris and never contact you again. The payment came from an offshore account—I couldn't trace who sent it. I was broke, desperate, and stupid. I thought I'd go to Paris, start my restaurant, and maybe come back for you later.* *I'm not asking for forgiveness. I just thought you should know that our breakup wasn't entirely my choice. Someone wanted you out of my life badly enough to pay for it.*

Xavier nodded, "You should go back in the house. It's time for me to leave." Seeing that Xavier had opened the car door and was about to get on the car, Elizabeth grabbed him in a hurry, "Xavier, why on earth did you break up? It's not because of money, is it?" She really wanted to know the reason. After all, she wanted to know Zena well. Xavier sighed and smiled helplessly, "Alright, it's not because of money." "What's the reason?" "Elizabeth, If a couple breaks up not because of money, what else could the reason be? I can't give her the life she wants, so we broke up. That's it." After that, he got on the car, "I'll go first. See you around."

The prices rose higher, and it felt like it was a battle between two people. "100 million dollars!" I gulped on hearing the bid. I was torn between crying and laughing. _Was I that expensive? And who is this person who that was willing to throw away such amount of money on my head? How was I supposed to pay off such exorbitant amount of money?_ The auctioneer closed the bid by hammering his gravel, seems like the other person had given up on bidding further.

“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.”

His heart wasn't in it anymore. He leaned back in his chair and gripped his hair in frustration. About four and half months ago, he'd been so sure. Breaking up with Solo was the right choice when Sapphire, his first love, called to inform him her divorce had been finalized. The memories of their passionate young romance had come flooding back. He had waited for this day and convinced himself that what they had was worth rekindling. He thought he couldn’t live without her.

My deskmate couldn't help herself and leaned closer, whispering, "What's going on with them?" I cast a calm glance in their direction and replied, "We broke up, that's all." My voice wasn't loud, but it carried far enough. The table fell silent, and several heads turned toward us in surprise. "What? You two were so close—why would you break up?" "Yeah, didn't you plan to get married after university?" "Thor, didn't you love Aisha?" Thor said nothing. His silence was louder than any denial. My chest ached, but I raised my voice just enough. "We just weren't right for each other."

In the end, I told myself it was wrong to be petty toward a grieving widow, so I was the one who gave in and apologized. Later, when Ryan wanted to put his ring back on, he couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily, I still had the original design sketches. Since my own ring was getting worn out, I decided to order a brand-new set, identical to the first. But before the rings even arrived, our bond had already shattered. I instinctively rubbed the faint pale mark where my ring used to sit. My old band was still sitting on that table back at the Pack House. "I don't want them. Even if they're brand new and identical, our bond is fractured. There's no going back."

Their words gathered into thin currents of electricity that tore through my body. Vote after vote filled the panel, calling for severe punishment, full confiscation of my assets, and compensation for Landon. Yvette broke down completely. She was crying so hard she could barely speak. "Annabeth, I never wanted things to turn out like this, but you can't keep going like this. If it hadn't been for you, my mom wouldn't have divorced my dad, and she wouldn't have taken her own life." The gavel came down with a sharp bang.