Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 19

Chapter 19:

Rachel ignored the message and dialed Yvonne’s number.

Moments later, a location pin popped up on her screen.

Yvonne’s voice came through, steady and reassuring. “Rachel, just stay at my place for now.”

This apartment was one Yvonne had bought before her marriage—Norton didn’t even know it existed.

When Rachel arrived, suitcase in hand, she was genuinely taken aback.

The space wasn’t huge, but it had everything she could possibly need.

After a hot shower, just as she was toweling off her hair, the doorbell rang.

Rachel opened it to find Yvonne standing outside. Her brows lifted in surprise. “What are you doing here? Did Norton seriously let you out this late?”

Yvonne strolled in and sank onto the couch. “He just flew abroad. Not that it makes a difference. We barely see each other as it is.”

She waved a dismissive hand. “Enough about me—there’s nothing new to say. Let’s talk about you. Are you really planning to stay tangled up with Brian White? He’s unreliable.”

Rachel lowered her gaze. “I already suggested we break up. He refused.”

Yvonne leaned in, her tone pointed. “Do you still love him?”

Rachel’s eyes drifted to the neon lights flickering outside the window. A deep sigh escaped her lips. “I wish I didn’t.”

Yvonne scooted closer, her voice softening.

“Yeah… loving someone is such a pain. You end up turning into someone you barely recognize.”

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She let out a bitter laugh. “I can’t stand Norton, and I hate what I’ve become around him. Men are all the same—no good.”

Grumbling under her breath, she marched to the fridge and yanked out a pack of beer.

She popped the cap off one bottle and tossed another to Rachel.

“Cheers! Tonight, we forget everything and drink until we drop.”

Rachel clinked her bottle against Yvonne’s and took a long, burning sip, finishing half in one go.

Two bottles later, both were tipsy, their laughter echoing in the small apartment. Yvonne was the first to crash, slumping over the couch in a deep sleep.

At midnight, Brian was lying in bed when he called Rachel.

She hesitated, not wanting to pick up, but her hand fumbled, and before she knew it, the call connected.

“Where are you?” His voice came sharp, demanding.

cheeks warm from the alcohol. “Shh… it’s a secret hideout. Can’t tell you, or it won’t be secret

sat up instantly, his expression

“You’ve been drinking?”

the hell was she with at this

I’m telling you right

call

matter how many times

the sharp ring of his phone, dragged out of bed in

how many calls they made, Rachel was nowhere to be

stood still, his expression as cold as ice, his presence radiating a warning that kept

voice

flicked

“Your

dismissed the idea instantly. “She

way she’d show up in the middle

out his phone and dialed

voice answered. “No. Still adjusting to

“Rachel’s missing,” Brian said.

with him? Before he could ask, Brian’s voice came through

reason to believe your

you check

empty, and your wife wasn’t

sure?” Norton asked

checked personally,” Brian

owns an apartment. I’ll send you the

later, Brian had the door

stepped inside, the scent of alcohol lingered in

His gaze darkened.

hesitation, he strode toward the

delicate features. She

down, sliding his arms

lifted her, she instinctively nestled against him, her warmth pressing into his

Brian

her, he laid her

groggily, reaching out—only to find the bed empty. Rachel was gone. Her stomach

her phone

about this place?

a cold snort. “Is there anything you do that I don’t

longer safe. Yvonne made up her mind—she would

light of dawn crept through the curtains, Rachel’s eyelids fluttered open. Her vision focused, and her

This room—this bed—

It was Brian’s villa!

fallen asleep at Yvonne’s

voice came from

suspicion flashing in her eyes. “How did

“I have my ways. But Rachel, throwing a fit once is tolerable. Twice, and it starts