Volviendose Hermosa Luego De La Ruptura Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t have lost her to that marriage. I spent months nursing the heartbreak, thinking it would fade away, but it never did. I realized that every time I saw her, my heart still skipped a beat, just as it always had. I found myself attending events I knew she would be at, just to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face. Then, one day, news came that Belicia Morris, Delvin’s first love, had returned. I felt a surge of hope. Because I knew what came next. “Divorce.”

“I saw all of that. You can call him later, and you can continue your very passionate makeout session when I’m gone--” “Stop it, Ares!” she says, closing her eyes as her embarrassment shoots up. “It’s just… it didn’t… I was just….” I hold up a hand to stop her. “You don’t have to explain to me. Mate bond and all. Feeling in love. I know that all too well, especially now that Valeria has her wolf back and we’re making some progress between us.” Her eyes light up. “Really? Did you get back together with her?”

The car came to a halt, the silence heavy between us as I gathered my belongings, my hands still shaking. As I stepped out onto the pavement, the cool night air embraced me, offering a momentary respite from the suffocating tension that had consumed the car. I looked back at Aiden, his face etched with regret and longing, but I couldn't allow myself to be swayed by his charm anymore. It was time to assert my independence, to reclaim my own identity that had been overshadowed by our toxic relationship.

she said, tilting her head. I didn’t respond. “It’s good,” she added after a moment. “Like you’re finally coming into your own.” I looked at her, then at my tea, and waited. Because with Serena, compliments always came with knives. And sure enough, she twisted one a second later. “You’re not… thinking about getting the surgery again, are you?” Her tone was soft—too soft. Like she was offering concern instead of cruelty. But I heard it. The reminder. You were ugly once. You fixed yourself for love. And it still wasn’t enough.

"I couldn't just believe you were a mother...and more, the mother of a boy who I had become fond of. As if that wasn't enough, Henry was also in the picture. I knew you guys were a thing since that day..." She looked like she was stiffling an outburst as get face was fully red and the veins on her neck trembled. "We are a thing...yes. It definitely shouldn't be a bother Leo, we broke up a long time ago. We have moved on since then...I have moved on!" She ground out. "I stopped moving on when you reappeared in my life...and I can't say our break-up was totally a mutual thing..." "Oh of course it was..." She grimaced.

She spent her nights exploring the city, trying new restaurants and bars, and making new friends. As the weeks turned into months, Isabella began to feel like herself again. She was no longer the hurt and angry person she had been after the breakup with Brandon. She was strong, confident, and independent, and she knew that she was capable of achieving anything she set her mind to. Back in New York, Brandon and Mia were settling into their new life together. They were happy, but they knew that they had hurt Isabella deeply and that they would have to live with the consequences of their actions for the rest of their lives.

And when she beheld his face, she hated how devilishly handsome he turned out to be. She had finally seen the man who had almost broken her. And yes, Solena could see now. She had regained her sight few minutes before her greatest heartbreak. Before Callista had died.

She smiles, looking at me confused. “I may have not been able to move, talk or respond, but I heard, every day you and Jackson came, but mostly for what you did, it can’t have been easy, going through what you did with Jackson and still staying, but it was you broke that pulled him back.” The conversation is still in my mind, how Jackson had broken her, and it was that which made him snap back to reality and see sense. Her broken and crying. Something only the strongest submissives can do and recover from. She looks embarrassed, her face growing red at my words.

Her knee bumps mine playfully. “Oh honey, you look like you’ve been through absolute hell,” she says. Her voice carries that cheerful lilt that could brighten a funeral. She grabs both my hands. Her fingers are warm and firm and grounding. I nod. The lump in my throat starts to loosen under her steady gaze. She tilts her head. Her hazel eyes sparkle with curiosity. “Spill it. All of it.” I take a shaky breath. The words tumble out before I can stop them. “José and I broke up last night. It’s been coming for a while, but it’s really done now.”

Cold. Anne couldn’t help but replay the last time she saw that face. The stinging words that she’d spat at her. How her heart had shattered into a million pieces. Her eyes’s drifted to the mirror. That woman who had been broken… was no longer broken. She had been reborn. Soon, they would all see.