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.

alcohol. “Shh…

instantly, his expression

“You’ve been drinking?”

Who the hell was she with at

you right now—give me your location.

the call abruptly cut

no matter how many

of his phone, dragged

how many calls they

as ice, his presence radiating a

voice cautious. “There’s actually one place

flicked toward him.

“Your

the idea instantly. “She wouldn’t

considerate toward his grandparents. There was no way she’d show up in the middle of the night and worry

out his phone and dialed another

Still adjusting to

“Rachel’s missing,” Brian said.

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

reason to

check my

and your wife wasn’t home

sure?”

Brian replied, his voice

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

minutes later, Brian

alcohol lingered in the air, and empty

His gaze darkened.

hesitation, he strode toward the

light over Rachel’s delicate

bent down, sliding his arms

against him, her warmth pressing into

a.m., Brian carried

her, he laid her

Yvonne stirred groggily, reaching out—only to find the bed empty. Rachel was

her phone and

this place? Did you tell

“Is there

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

the first 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

voice came from beside

head snapped toward him, suspicion flashing in her eyes.

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

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