Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 32

Chapter 32:

Suddenly, Brian’s grip tightened around Rachel’s chin, his fingers digging in just enough to hold her still.

“Rachel, if I hadn’t shown up, would you have let that intern take you home? Let him stay with you?”

Rachel was furious. How could he reduce her to this—belittle her as if she meant nothing?

Her chest tightened, but she forced out a bitter laugh. “Do you even realize how cruel you are?”

He was always so gentle, so considerate when it came to Tracy. But with her? All he ever did was find fault, as if he couldn’t stand her existence. She let out a slow breath, her voice turning hollow. “Trey was right. If a man doesn’t love a woman, he’ll always see her as a burden.”

Brian’s expression darkened, his anger clouding over any trace of reason.

“You seem to be quite close with him now,” his voice was razor-sharp. “Weren’t you supposed to be at the hospital with Jeffrey? You weren’t even coming tonight. What happened? Did you change your plans just for that intern?”

Rachel met his glare head-on, her chin lifting in defiance. “And if I did?”

A sudden ripping sound cut through the tension as her dress tore.

“Park the car. Get out.”

Brian’s voice was raw with fury.

Ronald didn’t hesitate—he pulled the car to a stop, got out, and disappeared into the night.

Rachel’s pulse pounded as she met Brian’s bloodshot gaze. He looked unhinged. A knot of fear twisted in her stomach as she instinctively stepped back. As she struggled, her hair tumbled out of place, strands falling messily over her face.

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The alcohol she had consumed left a faint flush on her skin, making her look even more alluring.

His grip tightened around her waist as he pulled her firmly onto his lap. One hand locked her wrists behind her back, the other yanking her closer until her nose brushed against his.

In the stifling space between them, their breaths tangled, warm and uneven.

throat constricted, and without hesitation, he dipped his head, capturing her lips

hard in defiance, but he was relentless. His mouth overtook hers, his hands slipping beneath the fabric of her dress, peeling it away with unshaken resolve.

then did fear creep in. “Brian, stop! I said stop!”

as she pleaded, “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again. Just…

was still outside. She truly couldn’t bear

her hands, his nose brushing against her neck. “Sorry? What exactly

shaking between sobs. “I shouldn’t have said those things

“And what else?”

else? Nothing. There was nothing

in the eyes and say you love me.

you.

it wasn’t fair. Brian didn’t love her—yet he kept forcing her

Ronald returned

dress was

Brian’s suit jacket, looking small and fragile. As they stepped out of the car, Brian scooped her into his arms. The icy wind bit at

“Cold?”

pressed his cheek to hers, his voice

Before she could react, his hands cradled her feet, heat radiating

him in

“What?”

“My feet!”

feet, Rachel. You’re mine—all of

home, Brian carried her straight to the bathroom. After days without intimacy, his desire burned uncontrollably. Rachel could barely keep up. From the bathroom to the bed, then back again, she clung to him, her nails raking over his broad, sculpted back.

she woke, daylight streamed through

message from him: “I’m off

phone rang. It was Eric’s voice on the line, saying there had been progress in Jeffrey’s custody

set a location. I’ll be there as soon

same place

“Okay.”

Eric’s expression was heavy with hesitation. Rachel didn’t waste

it is, I can handle

spoke with your father. He’s