Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

The memory of how she and Brian had come together flashed vividly in Rachel’s mind.

It had been a tumultuous beginning. Back then, Tracy had left him for another man, moving to a different country. The betrayal had shattered Brian. In his despair, he had drowned his pain in alcohol, losing himself in a haze of anger and heartbreak.

On that fateful night, consumed by raw emotion, he had pinned Rachel down. She had sobbed and trembled beneath him, but he hadn’t stopped. Driven by a desperate, almost primal need, he had taken her again and again as if trying to fill the void Tracy had left behind.

The following day, as the weight of the previous night hung between them, Brian turned to her with a somber expression. “After everything, are you still willing to be with me?”

She had nodded, her voice trapped in her throat. And just like that, their relationship began—not out of love, but as an impulsive outcome of a night together.

Now, as Brian stood before Rachel, her heart aching with the weight of unspoken questions, she wondered if he felt anything for her at all, if there was even the faintest trace of affection or tenderness in his heart, or if she had simply been a placeholder for the love he had lost.

Brian’s eyes lingered on Rachel, his voice tender yet firm. “Our wedding is just around the corner. Soon, you’ll be my wife. I’ll love and protect you, always.”

A sudden chill brushed her lips, and without thinking, she placed her fingers gently over Brian’s lips, halting his words. “Brian, please,” she murmured, “I already understand. You’ve been up all night, and you’re exhausted. Go change before you head to the office. I’ll bring your clothes.”

Her voice was calm, but as she turned, tears began to fall uncontrollably.

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Brian had spoken in such tender tones, filled with promises of care and devotion. Yet, all she could feel was the emptiness behind them. His reassurances were sweet, but they lacked the sincerity she longed for.

If it were truly love, there would have been no need for such grand declarations. A single, honest word would have been enough. The more he tried to convince her, the more his words seemed to reveal the truth—that love was something he hadn’t offered.

At that moment, Rachel found herself unable to bear any more. She turned away, unable to listen further, feeling a deep ache settle in her heart.

As she reached into the wardrobe to fetch a suit, a familiar embrace enveloped her from behind, pulling her close. Brian’s chin rested softly on her head, and he held her hand gently, his voice filled with concern. “It’s not cold, yet your hands feel so cold.”

to Rachel’s lashes; her chest weighed down with an unspoken ache. She

her around, his

tear-filled gaze meeting his. The vulnerability in her eyes stirred something deep within him. Unable to resist, he cupped her face and kissed her, hard and desperate, as if trying to consume her, to make

tender touch. Her face flushed, and her breathing became erratic, caught between the rush of emotions and the intensity of

exchanges did Brian show her any sign of wild passion. It was in these rare moments

whimpered, her voice trembling as she struggled

a sudden shift in demeanor. His words, heavy with desire, were thick with regret. “If it weren’t for that meeting,

She gave him a gentle push as if trying to

his hold on her steady yet gentle. His gaze didn’t waver as he looked at her with unwavering resolve. “What does it matter? You’re mine now, and I can’t stop wanting

down and saw a stunning bracelet, its ruby centerpiece catching the light and sparkling brilliantly. The gem’s deep red hue made her skin appear

this… for me?” Rachel asked, her

smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Yes. Do you like

the bracelet back to his face. “Did you choose

a faint smile on his lips. “I thought it

and she couldn’t help but smile. “I really

her. Still not satisfied, he raised an eyebrow and pointed to his lips. His playful yet earnest look held her attention, silently demanding

She wasn’t accustomed to being the one to initiate, and

raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t kiss me, I’ll walk out the door.” He let go of her

the rush of emotions. Without thinking, she closed the distance

the kiss, his fervor leaving no room for hesitation. It wasn’t until she gasped, clutching at his clothes, that he pulled

gently, his eyes softening as he looked at her pale, tired face. “Stay home for a few

hazy from the

in fine arts, she joined White Group and quickly rose to become the department

of demanding a break. Had it not been for these signs, she would have never taken time off. But she planned to slow down after their wedding. She wanted to shift her focus from work to the family she was

the moment hanging between

amused smile. “I

us? Everyone knows I’m getting married, but no one knows to whom. They’ve been teasing me, asking