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.

up instantly,

“You’ve been drinking?”

clenched. Who the hell

telling you right now—give me

the call abruptly

how many

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

they checked, no matter how many calls they made, Rachel was nowhere to

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

hesitated before finally speaking up, his voice

flicked toward him.

“Your

instantly. “She wouldn’t

was no way she’d show up

phone and dialed another

“No. Still adjusting to

“Rachel’s missing,” Brian said.

Before he could ask, Brian’s voice came through again,

reason to believe your wife took

check

empty, and your wife wasn’t

sure?”

Brian replied,

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

minutes later, Brian had the door

in the air, and

His gaze darkened.

strode toward

Rachel’s delicate features.

sliding

against him, her warmth

Brian carried her

he laid

next morning, Yvonne stirred groggily, reaching out—only to find the

she grabbed her phone and

know about this place? Did you tell

cold snort. “Is there anything you do that

mind—she would sell it and find a

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

This room—this bed—

It was Brian’s villa!

she had fallen asleep

voice came from beside

toward him, suspicion flashing in her eyes. “How did you find

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

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