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?”

a teasing remark, Rachel would

he intentionally provoked her, she didn’t react at all. She simply acted like she hadn’t heard

on his shoes without so

after she was done fastening the laces did she speak, her voice

tension at breakfast was almost

irritation seeping

that the milk wasn’t warm enough. Then, he claimed the food wasn’t to his liking. After that, he complained

put, nothing was good

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

time, she pretended not

quiet clinking of utensils. Rachel finished a few bites of her sandwich, took

brief pause, she looked across the table at him. “There’s something

spoon hovered mid-air,

his petty behavior had finally gotten her

gaze, his face turning serious.

as long as she stopped being angry, they could return to how things used

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

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

dining room made her request even more pronounced, each

caught the

the glass tightened so much it looked

onto hers with an icy glare. “Say that

didn’t flinch. She met his gaze head-on, her expression calm and unwavering. “I’d like to go

glass shattered against the floor, sending

outburst, Rachel stayed

anything, she went on, her voice

everything, both at work and 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 to

her words carefully,

this confrontation, but

whether he approved of it or not, she

putting distance between

as Rachel was beginning to lose

icy, like a blade slicing through the air. “You want time? Space? To be away from me? Fine. I’ll give you that.

intention of dragging

she headed upstairs to

was halfway through when Brian suddenly showed

He took slow, deliberate drags, the smoke curling around him,

way he stood there,

minutes, she had