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

go over there and teach

Do

approval, Yvonne’s hesitation

they only appeared together when

beside Norton at the entrance, but they

glasses in hand, caught up

at the bar, she strode over without

At the same time, crimson

blind? Can’t you watch

I seem to see clearly is a scheming bitch. But, you know, that dress actually looks better with the red. Adds some character.” She tilted her glass slightly, as if ready to pour

her

definitely. I lose control

with rage, her fingers curling

“I don’t know who you think you

distress. “Oh no,

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

outburst caught the

and Brian turned

to the dark red

on a delicate, pitiful expression and

also asked, “Yvonne,

so impatient! I’ll explain. But first…” She

off.

“What?” Norton asked.

organizers mentioning that this charity auction

“Yes, they did. Why?”

on Norton—he had

brows knitted. “You

nothing but pure mischief. “Your answer was just

gaze turned razor-sharp as she looked at Tracy. “Did you catch that? This isn’t exactly a

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

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

coming. This woman

a lot had changed while she

you were married,” Tracy said, her

and I didn’t want you tainting our

Norton’s expression darkened, his gaze

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

tone was light, but the