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

But today, even though he intentionally provoked her, she

on his

speak, her voice calm. “If I’m not

breakfast

irritation seeping into even the

enough. Then, he claimed the food wasn’t to

put, nothing was good enough for

hurried to take care of it, even warming the milk to

this time, she pretended not to hear him

filling the dining room was the quiet clinking of utensils. Rachel finished a few bites of her sandwich, took a sip of milk, and placed

looked across the table at him. “There’s something

hovered mid-air,

his petty behavior had finally gotten

her gaze, his face turning serious. “Go

long as she forgave him, as long as she stopped being angry, they could

raise, a promotion, or any gift—he was willing to

was what she said next. “I want to go on a business

room made her request even more pronounced, each

instant, she caught the flicker of anger

the glass tightened so much it looked like

onto hers with an icy glare. “Say that

calm and unwavering. “I’d like

shattered against the floor,

his outburst, Rachel stayed

didn’t say anything, she went on, her voice

and in your personal life. There’s an important project in Amberfield,

carefully, making sure they

confrontation, but one thing remained

Brian became, no matter whether he approved of it or not,

between

just as

Space? To be away from me? Fine. I’ll give you

dragging this conversation out any

headed upstairs to pack her

suddenly showed up, leaning

a cigarette between his fingers. He took slow, deliberate drags,

lonely about the way he

minutes, she