Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

“Come on, just one more time,” came a low, commanding whisper, the words dripping with urgency.

Drained and slick with sweat, Rachel Marsh felt her body being lifted once again. The movements were quick, driven by a pressing need. Despite the rush of the moment, she managed to gather herself, lifting her head just enough to speak.

“What if we stop using protection?” she said quietly, her voice soft yet earnest. “I’ve been thinking… I want to have a baby.”

Brian White, her fiancé, froze for a split second, his expression unreadable. But the hesitation was fleeting. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, and replied in a cold, detached tone, “Having a child complicates everything. I’m not ready for that.”

Rachel bit her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “But we’re getting married soon,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “Your parents have been talking about wanting grandchildren. You can’t really say it’s impossible, can you?”

A family with Brian was what Rachel had always dreamed of, but his cold, unyielding demeanor made her feel small and insignificant.

She swallowed her emotions, nodding slowly. “Alright. We’ll talk about it later.”

Brian’s expression softened slightly, as if the tension between them was easing. But before he could speak, his phone rang, abruptly cutting through the fragile moment.

A soft, hesitant voice came through the speaker as soon as Brian answered. “Brian, I’m so sorry to bother you so late… I tripped in the living room and hurt my foot. If you’re busy, I’ll just—”

It was Tracy Haynes, Brian’s first love. Before she could finish, Brian interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. “Hold on, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Oh… I didn’t mean to interrupt you and Rachel. If this is a bad time, I can just take a taxi,” Tracy replied.

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“No interruption,” Brian reassured her, his voice soft and steady. “Don’t worry about it.”

exchange, couldn’t suppress the

were soaked, their bodies close, and the intimacy between them was undeniable. Everything

as Rachel stood there, she realized something that struck her like a cold truth. Being favored was a privilege she would never know. It was about exceptions, about bending every rule for one person, and that person would never be her. Brian’s attention, care, and love were all given to someone else, to the woman he’d

a large towel around Rachel, its soft fabric enveloping her slender frame. His hands were gentle, almost tender, as he dried her off. “I’ll

Rachel’s heart sank. Was he leaving to see Tracy again? Rachel’s

forward

tightly, her voice soft but trembling. “Stay with me tonight…

body momentarily stiffening in surprise. But the hesitation lasted only a second. He quickly regained his composure and gently stroked her hair, his voice calm but firm. “Don’t be willful,

her eyes red and glistening with unshed tears. She bit her lip so hard it drew blood. “Just

resolute. “You’ve always been understanding. Don’t make this

want to be understanding. She just

whispered, her grip tightening as she looked up at him, desperation etched across

turning colder. “Listen, Rachel, you need to

shook her head, her heart pounding, unwilling to

hardened in an instant, his lips pressing into a thin line. With a firm grip, he pried her fingers open, one by one, his strength enough to make her wince in

a soft, bitter laugh, almost mocking her vulnerability. Slowly, she released her grip, her fingers trembling from the strain, and finally, the weight of

be back soon,” Brian said, his tone clipped, as

soon?” Those words felt empty, like something you’d say to comfort a child. Tracy had called him countless

have his child, likely because of Tracy. After all, she was the one who had always held the key to his heart, the one he cherished deeply, the woman he couldn’t let go of, the one whose memory would never fade. She was his first love, the kind of love that never really ended. So,

shower, letting the water wash over her, though it did little to cleanse the heaviness in her chest. When she finally crawled into bed, the sheets felt cold and unwelcoming. No matter how she tossed and turned, the bed refused to warm up. It

the ringing of her phone. Groggily, she picked it

has been set,” Debby’s voice was as cold and clinical as ever. “Three months from now, it’s a

calling to consult; she was calling to

parents ready,” Debby continued, her tone clipped. “Although my family is

let my dad know. Don’t worry, I won’t ask

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