Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

Rachel finally registered the gravity of her provocative words as they hung in the air between them.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” she stammered, heat rising to her cheeks as she struggled to explain herself.

Brian’s imposing figure loomed closer as his fingers wrapped around her wrist. Something stirred within Rachel, and she found herself leaning into him, her arms encircling his frame with gentle desperation.

Her eyes sought his, luminous with unspoken pleas. “Brian, please don’t keep Tracy as your secretary,” she whispered, clinging to him. “If you truly want to help her, find her a position at another company. Otherwise, I cannot help but feel jealous.”

The warmth between them shattered as Brian wrenched his arm away.

His expression hardened into something unrecognizable. “I’ve always admired your generous spirit. But your treatment of Tracy seems unnecessarily mean. She’s newly returned and struggling to find her footing. I’m merely offering assistance.”

Rachel’s teeth worried her lower lip as the fight drained from her.

The stark contrast between love and indifference had never felt more apparent.

“You’re determined to help her, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” came his unwavering reply.

Rachel gazed at him, her heart splintering beneath the weight of his conviction. She pressed a hand against her chest, a bitter smile twisting her features. “Tell me, am I truly such an unreasonable, small-minded partner in your eyes?” His silence cut deeper than any words could have.

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Something snapped within her. She seized a pillow and hurled it at him, tears streaming unchecked down her face. “You’re right about everything! I’m jealous, hot-headed, and intolerant. That’s who I am, petty to the core. Just leave! I can’t bear to look at you anymore!” Another pillow followed the first.

Brian caught it deftly, his expression darkening as their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

In all their time together, Rachel had been his refuge of endless patience and affection, rarely displaying such raw anger.

Even during their disputes, she had always been the first to extend an olive branch.

only embrace him and whisper, “I’m sorry, it

one minute bled into three, she remained resolute in her stance. His jaw tightened, his features carved from ice. “Rest well. Someone will take you

such force

wind swept across her exposed skin—skin that his hands had

the blankets, seeking warmth against the chill

Debby, who poorly concealed her satisfaction at his obvious anger.

spoke volumes, fueling her private delight. “I’ve always said women shouldn’t be spoiled excessively. Rachel should count herself

cut through her words, “I’ll handle my relationship as

mother. How can this not

away without acknowledgment, descending the stairs

part of him still waited, hoping to hear Rachel’s footsteps following

times past, she would have descended those stairs with bare feet flying, not sparing a moment for

him with puppy-like devotion, tears streaming as she begged his

his defenses. Inevitably, his anger would dissolve, and he would gather her into his

passionate embraces,

to his desires, accommodating his every wish and preferred position with unwavering

certain acts brought her discomfort, she strived to please him, allowing him

had left him deeply satisfied

established

idling car for thirty minutes,

was on, but

on the gas,” Brian commanded, his voice sharp

such a commotion would

behind him, only darkness

absence felt like a

demanded, his body radiating cold

shifted uncomfortably. “Sir, we’ve

Rachel to notice him, to pull

childishness. Ronald knew it.