Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 9

Chapter 9:

Rachel found Brian’s words unbelievable.

In his mind, was it all on her? And she was the unreasonable one?

“I’m exhausted. I just want to rest,” Rachel said, withdrawing her hand and making her way upstairs.

After a shower, she had barely climbed into bed when she found herself enveloped in warmth.

Brian had pulled her into his arms, holding her securely against him.

She resisted, twisting slightly, but the more she struggled, the firmer his grip became.

His breath fanned against her neck, his presence pressing in on her like an invisible weight.

After several rounds of futile resistance, she was too drained to fight.

She shut her eyes, surrendering to exhaustion.

Fortunately, Brian seemed to have some sense and didn’t take things any further—just held her, unmoving.

Just as she hovered on the edge of sleep, she felt the faintest brush against her earlobe.

His voice, low and smooth, broke the silence. “About today… I’ll apologize on Tracy’s behalf.”

The words sent a jolt through Rachel, stiffening every muscle in her body.

It was as if her heart had been plunged into ice water.

Cold. Numbing.

He was apologizing for Tracy? When had he ever been the type to lower himself for someone else?

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Without turning to look at him, she let out a cold, mocking laugh. “Apologizing? As Tracy’s boyfriend? Or as my fiancé?”

Brian caught her hand, his tone steady. “Rachel, I just don’t want the two of you to be enemies.”

“Is that so?” she said, her voice devoid of warmth.

She was too drained to argue, too tired to hear Tracy’s name one more time.

So, in the end, she simply let out a hollow chuckle and said, “Since you’re apologizing on her behalf, how could I possibly hold a grudge? Fine. I forgive her.”

satisfied. “I don’t want you to just say it. I want you

to disappoint you, but that’s not going to

His expression darkened instantly.

an unseen force. Rachel knew one thing

sat up and moved toward

going?” Brian’s voice was

I just want to get a proper

“You can’t spend one

wrist and pulled her back onto the bed. “You’re staying here. End

Rachel refused to comply.

fight. “Brian, let go of me!” She struggled against his

defiance only fueled

free, she found herself pinned

gaze darkened. His voice dangerously low. “What did

face away,

the dim light, he

her quiet obedience, was what made her

unyielding—he found himself captivated in a

leaned

suddenly—Rachel flinched, inhaling

wrong?” Brian was

“It’s nothing.”

“Tell me

click, the bedside

was tight, his fingers tracing the red

away, her heart aching at

“Was it from

clenched her jaw before giving the faintest

he muttered under his

it?” She had already been holding back so much, but that single

her cheeks before she could stop them. To him, she was

you. Why didn’t you say

would it have made?

didn’t want anything that

fingers slackened around hers. A second later, he

he turned and walked

empty space he left behind, a dull ache spreading in

left again.

early days of their relationship, when a junior had clung to Brian, her words

back then, tears spilling before she could

her stomach had twisted in

biting wind, Brian had walked away without a