Volviendose Hermosa Luego De La Ruptura นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Because it keeps being true." She laughed, pressing her face against his chest. "Then stop saying it and start believing it." Later much later they lay tangled together in bed, the sheets rumpled, their bodies still humming from hours of lovemaking. Isabella traced patterns on Damien's chest, her head on his shoulder, her heart full. "I never thought I could be this happy," she said. "After everything that happened. After Jonathan and Priscilla and Sebastian. I thought I was broken." Damien's hand stilled on her back. "You're not broken."

I broke her. She had a complete breakdown three weeks later. Checked herself into a private facility in Switzerland. The last time I saw her, she looked at me with empty, haunted eyes and whispered, “You don’t know how to love without owning someone, Roman. And I’m not something you can own.” That memory still haunted me at 3 a.m. on bad nights. And now here I was again. With Noelle. The woman who made me feel more alive than Liana ever did. The woman who challenged me, who made me want to be better, who had already survived so much pain because of Derek.

She finally accepted her fate and make him do what he wanted. Leonard noticed that she wasn’t struggling anymore. So, he stopped scrubbing her lips. Jane's lips were swollen after everything ended. He finally came back to his senses. By now, Jane was in a sorry state. Her wet hair was messy. Leonard looked at her sorry state and finally knew he went too far, but he was still angry with her.

He would have managed, of course, because she was a friend, but it would have been exhausting. “Okay, we’ve talked about my broken fingers now,” he said and took a quick swig from his beer. “What about your broken heart? Or did you break his?” She blinked at the unusual introduction but seemed okay with it. “No…” she slowly said while stirring around in her soup. “He broke mine.” She ate a spoonful, before she continued. ”It’s a bit complicated. Because actually–” Suddenly her voice failed her and she turned away, blinking frantically to chase away tears.

My mother lost her life because of Roxy and Rowena. They were simply back to where they first started, except with a lot more money. In a way, they had come out on top. I had nothing to be happy about. “Do you think your father would want you back after you kicked us out? You’re naïve. You might not know this, but your dad is in love. He’s dating a thirty-something-year-old.” Rowena could not swallow the truth. She had assumed marrying Sebastian would end her life of turbulence, but here she was, kicked to the curb.

I must admit that I, too, have flaws, and the flaws we produced contributed to the end of our relationship… The four years of delight and fun turned bitter and unhappy in the next year, and we have now broken up. A one large error can spell the end of everything...and we never see each other again for how many months… She returned to California about eight months after our breakup, and she spent some time there. And me, I joined the group when Monica invited me, and honestly, a lot has changed in me; whereas I used to want to be in a relationship with anyone, now I want to be single and happy, and I just enjoy life and get drunk and tipsy.

The way she said it, so detached, told me that whatever happened between them had left scars. “But things… fell apart. Badly. Because of..” she hesitated for a while as if contemplating whether to give me the full details or not. “Well, let’s just say there were issues between Alfredo’s dad and Matteo’s dad.” Her voice trailed off, and she looked out the window, lost again in thoughts. “Our breakup wasn’t just messy, it was a disaster.” I frowned. “I’m sorry, Bella. That sounds… painful.” “It was,” she admitted, finally looking at me. “I thought I was over it, you know? After all these years. But seeing him again… It brought everything back. But not in a good way.”

she murmured when we broke apart. I smiled faintly. “And you still like it.” Her eyes softened, but there was something guarded there. “You make it sound so easy, like we didn’t burn down everything before. You hated me, I understand. I betrayed you all, but here you are now; what's going on, Klaus?” I brushed a thumb along her jaw. “We did, but maybe some things are worth rebuilding.” Her breath caught. She looked away, and I saw it — the flicker of old hurt, but also something warmer. Something that told me she’d been thinking the same thing.

"Her kidneys rotted away right after we removed them!" "Suture the wounds now!" "Dear God, we removed both kidneys. She's dying." Unbeknownst to them, my kidneys grew back right after the wounds were sewn up. A full minute passed after the ventilator stopped moving. Then, loud, greedy breathing filled the room. "Dr. Greenwood's vitals are returning! This is a miracle!" The anesthesia faded and was replaced by agonizing pain. When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by medical staff staring at me as if they had just witnessed an extinct creature return to life.

“She regained her memories back.” My lips parted as he kissed both of my hands. “It’s a long story but after you left, I began to fix my life and all the misunderstandings from the past. I broke up the engagement and told her the truth, however, she didn’t believe me.” His grey mesmerizing pupils made my heart pound so hard. “So…”