Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 42

Chapter 42:

Brian wasn’t going to accept that Rachel would stop loving him.

Rachel was his—always had been, always would be.

That night, he didn’t stop until she was utterly exhausted, every ounce of energy drained from her body.

By the time he finally let go, they were both covered in sweat.

Rachel was so spent that she slipped into a deep, unconscious sleep, completely unaware of anything that happened after—whether it was a shower or slipping into fresh pajamas. She slept soundly.

It was the harsh sunlight spilling through the window that finally stirred her from sleep.

As soon as she shifted slightly, an arm tightened around her waist.

That was when she realized—Brian was still in bed.

Even in deep sleep, his grip around her remained firm.

In that moment, memories from the night before rushed back to her.

She shut her eyes, willing herself to shove those memories aside.

As she got up, Brian casually asked her to help him choose his clothes.

Rachel nodded quietly and picked out a casual outfit.

“And grab a watch for me while you’re at it.”

“Sure.”

Her quiet obedience didn’t bring Brian the satisfaction he expected—it only left him oddly frustrated.

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He cupped her chin, tilting her face up with just enough force. “Are you still upset about last night?”

Rachel said nothing. She quietly fastened the watch around his wrist and smoothly changed the subject. “Anything else?”

Brian deliberately stretched out his foot, and she instantly got the message. Without a word, she grabbed a pair of sneakers for him.

“Dressing me for a workout? Are you implying that I should work out a lot to improve my stamina?”

the past, whenever Brian threw in a teasing remark, Rachel would always

But today, even though he

continued helping him put on his shoes without

laces did she speak, her voice calm. “If I’m

at breakfast was

irritation seeping into

the food wasn’t to his liking. After that, he complained it had gone

nothing was good

take care of it, even warming the milk to his

pretended not

room was the quiet clinking of utensils. Rachel finished a few bites of her sandwich, took a sip

the table at him. “There’s something I need

spoon hovered mid-air,

behavior

his face turning

believed that as long as she forgave him, as long as she stopped being angry, they could return to how

raise, a promotion, or any gift—he was willing to give it without

hadn’t anticipated was what she said next. “I want to go on

the dining room made her request even more pronounced, each word striking his ears

that instant, she caught the

tightened so much it looked like it

locked onto hers with an

met his gaze head-on, her expression calm and unwavering. “I’d

against the floor, sending shards

outburst, Rachel

she went

in your personal life. There’s an important project in Amberfield, and as the head of the design department, I believe it’s my responsibility

chose her words carefully, making

this confrontation, but one thing

he approved

distance between them was the

finally gave in, just as Rachel

be away from me? Fine. I’ll give you that. But don’t forget—so long as I have a say,

of dragging

word, she headed upstairs to pack her

suddenly showed up,

He took slow, deliberate drags, the smoke

way he stood there, lost in thought, saying

minutes, she had finished