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 closest friend—their bond

go over there and teach her

ahead. Do whatever you

Rachel’s approval, Yvonne’s hesitation

bound, they

at the

each other, glasses in hand, caught up in conversation. Yvonne took the chance to

at the bar, she strode

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

instantly. “Are you blind?

only thing 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

recoiled in alarm, her

unfazed. “Oh, definitely. I lose control

with rage, her fingers curling into

don’t know who you think

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

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

the attention

and Brian

the dark red stains on her dress. His brows furrowed.

put on a delicate, pitiful expression and cast

“Yvonne, you’d better

and straightening his tie with delicate fingers. “Don’t be so impatient! I’ll explain. But first…” She gave the silk fabric a slight

tie’s a little off. Now, answer me

“What?” Norton asked.

charity auction requires couples—boyfriends

“Yes, they did. Why?”

on Norton—he had walked right into her

brows knitted. “You set me

her expression nothing but pure mischief.

she looked at Tracy. “Did you catch that? This

She turned to Norton, her voice rising with frustration. “Norton, who is

his wife, Yvonne Jimenez. And another thing—I can’t stand hearing women call my husband’s name with

coming.

a lot had changed while she

married,” Tracy said, her

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

his

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

but the challenge