Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 19

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.

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

sat up instantly, his expression

“You’ve been drinking?”

clenched. Who the hell was she with

I’m telling you right

the call

how many

by the sharp ring of his phone, dragged out

matter how many calls they made, Rachel

his expression as cold as ice, his

hesitated before finally speaking up, his voice cautious.

flicked toward him.

swallowed. “Your grandparents’

the idea instantly. “She wouldn’t be

had always been considerate toward his grandparents. There was no way she’d

restless, Brian pulled out his phone and

answered. “No. Still adjusting to the time

“Rachel’s missing,” Brian said.

have to do with him? Before he could ask, Brian’s voice came

reason to believe your wife took

you check my

place was empty, and your wife wasn’t

you sure?”

personally,” Brian

his nose. “She owns an apartment. I’ll send

minutes later, Brian had the door

scent of alcohol lingered in the air, and empty beer bottles littered

His gaze darkened.

strode

glow of the wall lamp cast a warm light over Rachel’s delicate features. She lay curled up, lost

down, sliding his arms beneath

against him, her warmth pressing

Brian carried

waking her, he laid

out—only to find

phone and

you know about this place? Did

a cold snort. “Is there anything

apartment was no longer safe. Yvonne made up her mind—she would sell

eyelids fluttered open. Her vision

This room—this bed—

It was Brian’s villa!

had fallen asleep at

voice came from beside

suspicion flashing in her

her with an unreadable gaze. “I have my ways. But

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