Romans & histoires Working On My Next Broken Heart

Chapter Song: Good Mourning by Sophie Holohan The first time I had my heart broken was when Era rejected me when I asked to junior prom. I was very excited. I keep jumping on my bed. Writing the best letter invitation. I even asked Kim to read it for me just to see how she would react. But she couldn't feel a thing.

Nobody looked at me with disgust. Nobody called me names. I stared blankly at the empty road. Was this how it ended? Not with betrayal. Not with blood. Not with death. Just... A misunderstanding. One sentence. One look. One accusation. And everything we had built collapsed. A weak laugh escaped my lips. It sounded hollow. Funny. I had survived hunger. Violence. Loss. Loneliness. Yet the one thing that truly broke me... ...was seeing disappointment in the eyes of the man I loved.

She was surprised to see him here. “Ouch, cupcake, is this your attitude to someone who just saved you. My heart has been broken by you.” Aaron held his chest like he was in pain, his eyes glancing towards Jane like he was seeking her pity. His act made Jane forget that he didn’t reply why he was here.

All I get are the broken pieces They has left. Six years later, and here I am, sitting on my bathroom floor at four in the morning, drinking wine straight from the bottle because I ran out of clean glasses. My beautiful new dress is ruined from where I cried on it, and Max is probably at his office, staring at Eva's picture again. Tomorrow, I'll get up and do it all again. Put on my makeup like armor. Pretend I'm fine when Max barely looks at me over coffee. Keep loving him, keep hoping, keep letting him break my heart in new ways.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, that girlfriend... they didn't end up together. He's dating someone new recently." Zachary lied without hesitation, and I finally gave up hope. I knew the truth all along, didn't I? After some convincing, Zachary finally went back to work instead of hovering around me all day. I was afraid if I kept watching him wear that mask in front of me, I'd end up tearing it off his face. I already wanted to leave—I just needed a clear reason to make a clean break.

I had endured it repeatedly in my previous life, but in this life, I decided to give him a grand gift. I made a call to someone and said, "Hello, I'd like to schedule an abortion."

He even convinced the system to play the role of a fictitious first love to deepen the wound. To provoke me even more, the system chose an appearance similar to my eyes. The effect was significant. In the days that followed, it seemed like I was the only one suffering. But in reality, we were torturing each other. Still, there was something strange about me. My love was deep, but my hatred was shallow. So Freddie had no choice but to get rid of the camellia tree we had planted together, the symbol of our bond. When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90.

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.

Hence, I was not surprised to see him at breakfast with her. Regardless, I'd been planning my departure for quite some time now. Anya noticed my absentmindedness, so she called out my name in annoyance. Her impatient tone quickly snapped me out of my thoughts. "I want to get a job," I said, calmly looking into her frustrated eyes.

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."