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.”

Rachel didn’t bother hiding the truth. Yvonne was her closest friend—their bond

go over there and teach her a

ahead. Do whatever you

Rachel’s approval, Yvonne’s

they were legally bound, they only

Yvonne stood beside Norton at the entrance, but they quickly went

gravitated toward each other, glasses in hand, caught up in conversation. Yvonne took the chance to make her

bar, she

against the floor. At the same time, crimson liquid splattered across her pristine white dress. The stain stood out starkly, ruining

you blind? Can’t you watch where

“Yeah, my vision’s been a little off lately. The 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

recoiled in alarm, her voice shrill. “Are

“Oh, definitely. I

her

Yvonne’s face. Her patience snapped. “I don’t know who you think you

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

She raised her hand, ready to slap her. But Yvonne was faster. She

sudden outburst caught the attention

and Brian

to the dark red stains on her

demeanor shifted in an instant. She put on a delicate, pitiful expression and cast Yvonne an accusing look. The implication

also asked, “Yvonne,

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

a little off. Now, answer

“What?” Norton asked.

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

“Yes, they did. Why?”

Norton—he had

“You

lashes, her expression nothing but

a heartbeat, her gaze turned razor-sharp as she looked at

face darkened. “What nonsense!” She turned to Norton, her voice rising with

for you. He’s my husband. I’m his wife, Yvonne Jimenez. And another thing—I can’t

coming. This woman was Norton’s

changed

idea you were married,” Tracy said,

reputation, and I didn’t

expression darkened, his gaze turning

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

was light, but the challenge