The Truth about Heartbreak (The Truth About #1)

by B. Celeste

Gripping the wall leading to the hallway, I make eye contact one final time with the man I’ve held on to since I was thirteen. The man I’ve depended on and trusted and crushed on and loved—loved achingly, desperately, and completely. Our love has brought nothing but pain, to a place where I’m considered the other woman. I’ll never be the one he puts a ring on, who he shares his bed with, we won’t have children and grow old together, because ten years ago he made the choice to do all those things with her.

We’re not good for each other.” His green eyes glaze over. “Don’t say that, baby.” “I’m not your baby.” Sniffing back tears, I blow out a shaky breath. My chest hurts. It’s as though my ribs have caved in from all the pressure and misery and hurt. Before spinning around and locking myself away, I whisper, “But I could have been.”

YOUR MOM

CALLED IT

I’m in love with your daughter.

Whoever you truly love needs to wait until you can give her every piece of you. It won’t be fair to you, her, or Isabel if you offer what you have now, because that isn’t much. Love … it’s a precious thing. If you feel like you’ve found the real deal, then I’ll stand behind you in any way possible. Just do me a favor.” Emotion crackles my words. “What?” “Treat her well.”

FIANCÉ ???????????????????????????

“Mom,” I rasp in a choked plea, falling into her open arms. “I made a mistake.”

THAT MOVIR EAS SO SADD

oh god…

it warms my heart that Oliver is so protective that he would fly all the way back out to New York to yell at him

he shifts where he’s sitting. “You know,” he murmurs, “if the circumstances were different, I would have congratulated you two. River deserves someone with a head on his shoulders. And you deserve someone who acts like they care about more than what money can buy.

“She looks …” “Different, I know,” Oliver says. “I was going to say beautiful.”

Oliver James, always the protective older brother. I’m glad River has him. I just hope she’ll have me.

I don’t even promise him that everything will be okay. Promises mean nothing.

“To us, you’ve always been family, Everett. We’d be glad to have you as part of it permanently. Frankly, I can’t think of one person who’d be better for her.”

girl sit that ass down

River James. Daughter of Robert and Bridgette. Sister of Oliver. Best friends with Stephanie. And in love with Everett Tucker.

I love you doesn’t seem like enough. I need you doesn’t cover what I feel.

“Baby, I need you to find that strength. Don’t you dare leave before we get our chance at happiness.”

MY HEART

The last thing I remember is seeing River’s young, thirteen-year-old terrified face when she saw me for the first time. I wonder if she’ll look the same when they carry my body out.

okay??? where the fuck is oliver??

baby😩😩🙏🙏

“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he finally says, letting out a shallow breath. “But I do hope you understand that, for me, it has always been you.”

I’ve always been yours, River. You were never mine.

She’s been mine since the day she asked me to take her virginity. She’s been mine since the day I punched Asher fucking Wilks for bragging about sleeping with her. She’s been mine for years, she just hasn’t known it.

I want them to know how much I love their daughter. I want them to know how much I love her smile, the way her nose scrunches when she doesn’t like something, and the way her brown eyes turn golden when emotion takes over.

“I love you, River James. I’ve loved you for a long time.”

AWWW I LOVE THE TROPE WHERE THEY WEHERE THEY WRITE A LETTER AND GIVE UT TO THEM YEARS LATER

One day I’m going to get down on one knee and ask her to be my wife, then she’ll be River Tucker. Fuck, I love the sound of that.

LMAOOO

“This is what it’s like, River.” I kiss her cheek, and she doesn’t flinch away this time despite her family’s watching eyes. Bridgette walks in and wraps an arm around Robert’s midsection, smiling at the people surrounding the room. “What?” River asks. “To have a family.”

“You look beautiful, River.” I nuzzle my nose against her cheek, my lips grazing one side of her face until our tongues are tangling together and our breaths become one. I withdraw first, setting her down on her feet. “But you know what would look even better?” Her breath catches. “What?” My hands skim her sides in a slow, sensual fashion. “Nothing but skin.”

i swear to god if this is in relation to anal.

oh for fucks sake this was so close to being anal-free

Her ass is in the air, so fucking beautiful. So fucking mine.

……oliver’s love interest is the same ‘charlie’ as the one y’all are adopting….holy shit oh fuck

oh here we go…

uh huh, this is really happening