Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 18

Chapter 18:

After yelling, Rachel felt an odd sense of relief.

But Brian’s expression turned ice-cold.

His fingers tightened around her chin, his voice low and laced with warning.

“Say that again, Rachel. I dare you.”

She met his glare head-on, unflinching.

These weren’t baseless accusations—she had nothing to fear.

Her voice was clear and steady. “I said—you’re disgusting.”

Brian let out a sharp laugh, though there was no humor in it. “You’ve got some nerve.”

His eyes darkened as he stepped back. “Don’t come crawling to me later.” With a final, searing look, he spun on his heel and stormed out.

Downstairs, Ronald stood waiting.

When he noticed Brian’s stormy mood—and the fact that Rachel hadn’t followed—he could guess how things had gone.

“Sir, should we head to the charity gala now?”

Brian shot him a sharp look. “Without a date? What for?” His lips curled in irritation. “Or do you plan on putting on a dress and keeping me company?”

Ronald swallowed hard. Good grief! Why did he have to be the one dealing with this?

Just as he was about to make the call to cancel the event, Brian waved a hand dismissively. “Call Tracy.”

“Got it,” Ronald replied.

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That evening, Tracy arrived at the charity gala on Brian’s arm.

When Yvonne Jimenez spotted them, her gaze turned sharp, cold fury simmering beneath the surface.

She snapped a picture and sent it straight to Rachel.

“What’s this about? Brian’s parading that woman around like she belongs next to him.”

had a fight.” Rachel didn’t bother hiding the truth. Yvonne was her

go over there and teach her a

Do

approval,

Burke. But though they were legally bound, they only appeared together when necessary—at formal gatherings

beside Norton at the entrance,

each other, glasses in hand, caught

at the bar, she strode over

against the floor. At the same time, crimson liquid splattered across her

flared instantly. “Are you blind? Can’t you

a scheming bitch. But,

recoiled in alarm, her

“Oh, definitely. I lose

trembled with rage, her fingers curling

that smug expression off Yvonne’s face. Her patience snapped. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you’d better apologize. Right now. Immediately. Or I swear, you’ll regret

feigning distress. “Oh no, I’m just trembling in

She raised her hand, ready to slap her. But Yvonne was faster. She stepped back and called out dramatically, “Norton Burke! Help!

sudden outburst caught the attention of the

and Brian turned

trailed to the dark

put on a delicate, pitiful expression

“Yvonne, you’d better

“Don’t be so

tie’s a little off. Now,

“What?” Norton asked.

recall the organizers mentioning that this charity auction requires couples—boyfriends and girlfriends, or husbands and

“Yes, they did. Why?”

had walked right into

knitted. “You

her lashes, her expression nothing but pure mischief.

gaze turned razor-sharp as she looked at Tracy. “Did you

nonsense!” She turned to Norton, her voice rising with

Norton’s tie and kissed him—slow, deliberate, leaving no room for doubt. Then she pulled back and smirked. “Let me spell it out for you. He’s my husband. I’m his wife, Yvonne Jimenez. And another thing—I can’t stand hearing women call my husband’s name with such familiarity,

seen that coming. This woman was

changed while

no idea you were married,” Tracy

have a terrible reputation, and I didn’t want

expression darkened, his

to Brian. “I poured the wine. My hand was steady, so no, it wasn’t an accident. I did it to put her in her place. But if that upsets you, Mr. White, you can always marry her and set

was light, but the