Wanita Yang Tersakiti Hatinya Mga Nobela at Kwento

She gasped sensing my mockery tone laced within my voice. “And yeah I might be a manwhore but you are worse than a whore. The woman who sleeps around while being married and jumps on the beds of other married men...” My sentence was halted after she slapped me hard across my face. I laughed as my face was turned to the other side. I had hit an old nerve. “You bastard. You scum.” She whispered. “How could I have been so damn blind to fall in love with you once before. You are toxic and a monster. You aren't capable of loving yourself let alone others.” She gritted and now her voice was starting to irritate me.

He ordered Her. Isabel sniffed, shaking her head as she looked at him angrily. “Look how cruelly they hurt you. I don't understand, How can a person hurt someone like this? I hate people who hurt others," she sighed as she took the antiseptic wipes and cleaned his wound with her shaking hands. "I hate people who think others' lives don't matter. I hate those who sell their souls for money. I hate them…" She kept mumbling under her breath while sobbing and cleaning his wound.

She will never fail us. ‘This woman will leave us. Did you see her lover?’ ‘That was not her lover. It was her ex-mate. The two are entirely different things,’ the beast explained. ‘Sandra will never hurt us. She will protect our hearts like how she will protect ours.’ My eyes shifted at her. How could someone so frail could hurt us? She mumbled something in her sleep which I could not even decipher. Then drool was already on the other side of her lips.

She walked toward me with the kind of care only a woman who’s seen too much heartbreak could give .“Madam,” she said softly, crouching in front of me. Her eyes were kind, steady. “Please stop doing this to yourself. You’re harming not just you but the little one inside you. He or she feels every tear, every heartbeat that races when you’re in pain. Please, don’t do this to the baby.”

he said flatly. "I don't want to see her," I whispered. He sighed impatiently, as if I was exhausting him. "Can you stop making a scene? She didn't do it intentionally. I already told you. She bought those vitamins for me. She wasn't trying to hurt you." I pushed through the stabbing pain in my chest and forced myself to respond. "How could it have been a mistake? The packaging isn't even close to mine." "Do you have to be so dramatic? You're fine now, aren't you?"

When Wills Watson heard this, he did not feel angry, but he felt pain. Her heart ached because she didn't understand her own beauty. This woman seemed strong, but her heart was sensitive and weak. She was afraid of being injured. That was the reason why she had kept her guard up. Wanting to open her heart was definitely not an easy matter. And once he had her sincerity, he definitely could not harm her, otherwise … She would never give anyone a second chance. Once she was injured, she would once again shrink back into the cage, preventing anyone from getting close to her.

Sadness crept on the harshika face as she heard prakash insulting words. Fresh tears gathered on her eyes as she thought of humiliation which she encountered since she wakes up from coma. She felt as her heart tightened as she questioned herself that, Why everyone are insulting her and treating her like a waste paper without minding her pain and hurt. !!

He stumbled and about to fall but Tapish was fast enough to held him. Tapish felt a pang in his heart when he saw tears of pain and hurt in his red eyes, he looked broken and vulnerable which he had never seen him. "I hate that wicked woman. I want to rip her heart out of her chest to see what it's made of" he hissed gritting his teeth, His voice laced with hatred and anger but Tapish could see how much pain he was in. He pulled him in a warn hug which he needed most and he too wrapped his arms around him putting his head on his shoulder and broke down in tears.

Tears rolled down her face, it felt as if she was once again leaving those moments. As she spoke, the raw emotion painted a vivid picture on Viaan’s mind. He saw her trembling under their assaults, her spirit crushed yet her will to survive unbroken. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, each drop a testament to the torment she had endured. In that moment, Viaan’s understanding deepened. He comprehended the depth of her hatred for them, the fiery resentment that seared her soul. She had suffered beyond measure at their hands, leaving scars unseen yet indelible.

The weight of his hatred buried in another woman’s body while she—his mate—rotted alone in a cage like a discarded secret. Her heart didn’t just ache. It shattered. Over and over and over. Until it burned. She lifted her head, hair clinging to her tear-streaked face, her eyes wild and red-rimmed. “He’s… he’s not even looking for me,” she rasped aloud, voice breaking. “He’s out there—fucking someone else—and I’m in here!” The silence that answered her was deafening. There was no one to scream at. No one to accuse. No one to save her.