Novel & Cerita Unspeakable Break Up

Some things, once broken, could never go back to the way they were. I started losing my temper at the drop of a hat, and I avoided Vittoria like the plague. She tried everything to get close to me again, including buying me gifts, and at one point even crying to me, claiming she was pregnant. I merely shot her a stone-cold look and told her to get a paternity test. She went pale and never brought it up again. Two months later, Vincenzo sent us both to the Westrov branch to negotiate with a new partner. I nearly turned it down, but one look from Vincenzo made it clear that wasn't an option.

My head turned so fast I got a whiplash. "Don't ever speak like that ever again, that wasn't just terrible it was plain murder, you're a murderer!" I exclaimed jokingly to Becca as we giggled on her doorstep. "Was that Tristan?" She asked "Yeah, we kinda broke up." I prepared myself for I- “What, How could you guys break up? What are we singles supposed to do?!" Becca yelled, swinging her hands around dramatically. "Omg, you guys finally broke up!" I covered my ears waiting for her to calm down.

He pleaded holding my hands tightly. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds. I opened them later and stared at him, he was still staring anxiously at me. I slowly removed my hands from his and moved back a bit. “I am sorry Michael but I can’t do this anymore. Let’s break up Michael.” I said as I walked to the room and bang the door behind me. I could hear his voice screaming my name and banging on the door, but there is nothing I could do, I need to fix my life and work on my preferences…

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

This guy really knows me. "Okay. Misunderstandings. The most common causes of the disease known as break up... Which commonly results in heart breaks and depressions, and it is currently uncurable" "You're too much into medicals you know?" "Thanks" "Wasn't a compliment" he rolled his eyes. "Didn't take it as one. Anyways, Bye now" "Bye? You aren't staying here?" "No!" I laughed. "I'm here permanently. So, bye"

That’s when I remembered—I hadn’t told her yet. I lowered my gaze for a moment before looking back at her. “Mom… we broke up.” The table went silent for a few seconds. They didn’t react right away, and somehow that made it heavier. “What? Is that the reason why you are here?” she asked softly—not angry, just concerned. “No. It’s been a while,” I added. “I just didn’t say anything right away. A lot happened.” I didn’t go into detail. How was I supposed to explain that I had been blackmailed by Lance, then fallen for him, and more than anything, that I had come to like what we were doing?

"I was feeling overwhelmed. And I didn't want to say that, because you're… you." He didn't speak. Just stared at her. The silence was agony. Clarisse dug through her bag, bringing out a napkin and smoothing it out anxiously. "I wrote down all the reasons this wouldn't be able to work. In case I chickened out telling you in person." Saben laughed with a gasp. "A napkin breakup. I think I've reached the milestone of my life." "It's not a breakup. It's—" "It's a pre-breakup," he said with a small, bitter smile. "A rejection before anything even started."

Leandro raised his eyebrows and clicked on the over sixty thousand comments. Just as Charlotte prayed that he wouldn't read out the comments, she heard the man's deep voice whisper in her ear, "Picture 5, Mrs. Romero and Mr. Romero about to engage in something unspeakable in the next second, right?" This was the top comment with 880,000 likes. Leandro finished reading and suddenly looked at her, "What is the Unmentionable?" Charlotte's face immediately turned red. Was this a question she could answer? "Hmm?"

With a shared resolve, the sisters returned to the dinner table, where the unspoken tension lingered like an unseen guest. As Madeline and Marie returned to the table, Madeline made a silent vow to herself—she would be the bigger person and face the truth head-on. Taking a deep breath, she turned to her parents, her eyes reflecting a mix of strength and vulnerability. "Mom, Dad, there's something I need to tell you," Madeline began, her voice steady. "Daniel and I broke up." Her parents, stunned, exchanged glances of disbelief. "Broke up? What happened?" her mother asked, concern etched on her face. Madeline glanced at Daniel, silently communicating the weight of the unspoken truth. Daniel's