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.”

didn’t bother hiding the truth. Yvonne was her

there and teach her a lesson?”

ahead. Do

Rachel’s approval,

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

no different. Yvonne stood beside Norton at the entrance, but they

glasses in hand,

bar, she

by, Tracy’s wine glass suddenly slipped from her hand, shattering against the floor. At the same time, crimson liquid splattered across her pristine white

you blind? Can’t you watch

“Yeah, my vision’s been a little off lately. The only thing I seem to see clearly is a scheming bitch.

her voice shrill.

“Oh, definitely. I lose control

her fingers

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.

pulled her shoulders in, feigning distress. “Oh no,

the edge. She raised her hand, ready to slap her. But Yvonne was faster. She stepped back and called

sudden outburst caught the

and Brian turned

then trailed to the dark

demeanor shifted in an instant. She put on a delicate, pitiful expression

“Yvonne, you’d better

be so impatient! I’ll explain. But first…” She gave the silk

little off. Now, answer me

“What?” Norton asked.

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

“Yes, they did. Why?”

had walked right into her

“You

her expression nothing but pure mischief.

gaze turned razor-sharp as she looked at Tracy.

“What nonsense!” She turned to Norton, her voice

give him the chance to answer. She yanked 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

coming. This woman was Norton’s

changed

were married,” Tracy said, her voice stiff

you have a terrible reputation, and I didn’t want you tainting our wedding,”

darkened, his gaze turning sharp

I did it to put her in her place. But if that upsets you, Mr. White, you can always

light, but the challenge in her eyes