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.

from the alcohol. “Shh… it’s

up instantly, his expression

“You’ve been drinking?”

Who the hell

you right

the call

matter how many times he tried, she didn’t pick

phone, dragged out of bed in the

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

ice, his presence radiating a warning that

speaking up, his voice cautious. “There’s actually one place we haven’t

eyes flicked toward him.

“Your grandparents’

instantly. “She

was no way

Brian pulled out his phone and

voice answered. “No. Still adjusting to

“Rachel’s missing,” Brian said.

with him? Before he

to believe your

you check

and

sure?” Norton

Brian replied, his voice

exhaled through his nose. “She owns

minutes later, Brian had the door

lingered in the air,

His gaze darkened.

hesitation, he strode toward the guest

wall lamp cast a warm light over Rachel’s delicate features. She

down, sliding his arms

she instinctively nestled against him, her warmth pressing into his

a.m., Brian carried

her, he laid her beside him—where

to find the bed empty. Rachel was gone. Her stomach

phone and

about this place? Did you tell Brian White about

“Is there anything you do that

no longer safe. Yvonne made up her mind—she would sell it and find a new place, somewhere Norton would never track her

through the curtains, Rachel’s eyelids fluttered open. Her vision

This room—this bed—

It was Brian’s villa!

fallen asleep

deep voice came from

in her eyes. “How

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

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