Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 7

Chapter 7:

Rachel remained unmoved by the ringing phone, her expression a mask of practiced indifference.

“Tell him I’m preoccupied with work,” she stated flatly.

Samira, ever diplomatic, couldn’t mirror such directness. “I apologize, Mr. White, but Ms. Marsh is currently engaged in important matters. I’ll notify her of your message when she’s available.”

“Is that right?” Brian’s voice carried a sharp edge of displeasure. “Have her in my office within five minutes.”

His words fell like ice, brooking no argument.

Uncertainty flickered across Samira’s features. “Ms. Marsh, how should we proceed?”

Rachel drew in a measured breath, meeting her assistant’s concerned gaze. “Prepare the car and wait for me. I won’t be long.”

The moment Rachel’s knuckles met the polished wood of the top-floor office door, Tracy’s honeyed voice drifted through. “Please enter.”

As the door swung open, an electric silence filled the space between their locked gazes.

“Rachel, what a pleasure,” Tracy practically glided forward, her welcome dripping with sweetness.

She extended her hand in greeting.

Rachel deftly sidestepped the attempted contact, her movement subtle but deliberate.

Tracy’s composure faltered, her eyes growing glossy with tears as she turned to Brian. “You see? Rachel hasn’t forgiven me.”

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Unwilling to witness their theatrical display of closeness, Rachel cut to the chase. “Mr. White, what requires my immediate attention?”

Her stilettos had become instruments of torture, the swelling ankle trapped within screaming its protest.

coursing up her leg, making every moment of standing increasingly unbearable. She had no

address any misunderstandings personally,”

smile held winter’s chill. “That won’t

cue, her features arranged in perfect distress. “Rachel, please understand. I never intended any harm. I know about your relationship with Brian. I shouldn’t have allowed him to comfort

performance was masterful—every trembling word, each glistening tear crafted

the kind of display that typically wrapped men around her finger, Brian

saw

And if you truly respect my relationship

constructed mask cracked, revealing

spectacularly. She’d expected easy forgiveness, not this steel-spined rejection.

I’ve only made things worse. My attempts at reconciliation have

at

was seamless, every movement designed

gentle as summer rain. “Here, dry your eyes. I harbor no

voice quavered

have I ever blamed you in all our years of friendship?” In the expansive office,

fiancée, watching this scene

preparations, steeling herself for this moment, the reality struck deeper than any imagined

perfectly, making Rachel feel like an outsider—a misplaced piece in their

pressure building in

sweetness as she

acquiesced, turning to address

struggles with darkness and confined spaces. That embrace earlier stemmed purely from fear, nothing more. You’ve always been

The word mocked

seem quite confident in reading my thoughts. What makes you so certain of my

features, surprise evident in his

had clearly caught him

She needs only to vanish from our presence, maintain

clung to Brian’s sleeve, the