The Truth About Heartbreak Novels & Stories

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.

Such a simple phrase, and yet, after waiting for ten years, I had never heard it. Now that it finally came from his lips, I didn’t need it anymore. For some inexplicable reason, a wave of disgust came over me and I looked at Christopher in contempt. “Don’t you think the most despicable thing in this world is the love that comes too late?” I asked. “To be honest, you’re making me feel nauseous right now. “What we had is over, and it should stay that way. From now on, I’m going to treat you like you’re dead to me!”

"You always said you'd be my knight, protecting me forever. I'm truly touched. Though, if Victoria knew, she probably wouldn't be too happy about it." Even in casual conversation, she always managed to paint herself as the victim—as if she had endured unimaginable hardship while casting me as the villain. But beneath her words, I caught something—three years ago. Three years ago, my mother died in a hit-and-run. Shortly after, Kayla left for an overseas program. And then Zach proposed to me. That was when everything began to fall apart. My thoughts raced, pieces falling into place, yet I kept my composure as I pushed the door open.

But now, it seemed as though that fragile hope had shattered before it could even begin. Sadness washed over her as she thought about the implications of the DNA test. It wasn’t just a piece of paper to her; it was a symbol of distrust. Rudra hadn’t believed in her, in their past, or in the love they once shared. The man she remembered, the one who had held her heart, would never have doubted her so deeply. She felt a profound sense of betrayal, as if the ground beneath her had given way, leaving her suspended in a painful void.

“Because I’ve been living with the guilt of what happened for too long. I thought I could bury it, move on, but the truth has a way of resurfacing. And when I saw you again, I knew I couldn’t keep this from you any longer. You deserve to know what really happened.” My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed away from him, walking a few steps back, trying to distance myself from the storm of emotions swirling inside me. I bit my lip, struggling to maintain control. “But what am I supposed to do with this? Everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve planned—it’s all based on a lie. I don’t know how to move forward from this.” My voice cracked with the weight of my despair.

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.

Two days before my return flight, Bertrand finally called after a week of silence, furious. "Annie, this tantrum of yours has gone on long enough. Are you really divorcing me over something this small?" That's right, I'd sent him a breakup message. He must've forgotten we never actually registered our marriage, thinking this was a divorce. I almost reminded him, but in the end, I didn't. Because the truth was, we no longer had any ties. At the airport back home, I ran into George again. He looked surprised. "You're on this flight too?"

And now, all of that was gone, torn apart by his infidelity. A bitter, self-deprecating laugh escaped her lips as she wiped her tears away. It wasn’t the first time she’d been heartbroken or cheated on, but this was the first time it felt like it was killing her inside. She stood shakily, glancing toward the bedroom door, where the muffled sounds of their intimacy continued. With an empty gaze, she walked out of the condo, leaving everything—including her broken heart—behind. Will there ever be someone I can truly trust?

Playlist for this chapter; Sia - Big Girls Cry, Alessia Cara - Out Of Love, Backstreet Boys - Incomplete, - The worst thing about heartbreak is that, the ones who broke your heart, never leave your head. Rather, they plant themselves there and torture you, no matter how hard you try to get rid of them. Why? Because you built your whole world around them. - From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones. - - Max must be kidding, he'll surely come back to me tomorrow and everything would go back to normal. Is what I used in assuring myself throughout my stay at the hospital, untill I was discharged a week later.