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.

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

sat up instantly,

“You’ve been drinking?”

hell was she with

telling you right now—give me your location.

call abruptly cut

matter how many times he

awake by the sharp ring of his phone, dragged out of bed

many places they checked, no matter how many calls they made,

as cold as ice, his presence radiating a warning that kept everyone at a

voice cautious.

flicked toward

swallowed. “Your

instantly.

grandparents. There was no way she’d show up in

restless, Brian pulled out his phone

voice answered. “No. Still adjusting to the time

“Rachel’s missing,” Brian said.

Rachel’s disappearance have to do with him? Before he could ask, Brian’s voice came through again, clipped

have every reason to believe your wife

you check

empty, and your wife wasn’t home

sure?”

checked personally,” Brian replied, his voice

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

minutes later, Brian had the door

scent of alcohol lingered in

His gaze darkened.

hesitation, he strode toward the guest

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

bent down, sliding

nestled against

1 a.m., Brian carried

her, he laid her beside

out—only to find the bed

her phone

you know about this place? Did you

let out a cold snort. “Is there

would sell it and find a new place, somewhere Norton

curtains, Rachel’s eyelids

This room—this bed—

It was Brian’s villa!

had fallen

Brian’s deep voice came from

flashing in her eyes. “How

an unreadable gaze. “I have my ways. But Rachel, throwing a fit once is tolerable. Twice, and it starts to lose its

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