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?”

whenever Brian threw in a teasing

reason, he always took pleasure in watching her get flustered. But today, even though he intentionally provoked her,

put on his shoes without so much as a

laces did she speak, her voice calm.

at breakfast

nitpicked at everything, his irritation seeping into

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

put, nothing was good enough for

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

she pretended not to hear him at

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

looked across the table at him.

mid-air, his

his petty behavior had

gaze, his face turning serious.

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

asked for—a raise, a promotion, or any gift—he

next. “I want to go on

dining room made her request even

instant, she caught the flicker of anger in his

the glass tightened so much it looked like it

hers with an icy

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

glass shattered against the floor, sending shards

outburst, Rachel stayed

say anything, she went on,

both at work and in your personal life. There’s an important project in Amberfield, and as the head

carefully, making

confrontation, but one thing remained

he approved of it

distance between them was the

in, just as

gaze was sharp and icy, like a blade slicing through the air. “You want time? Space? To be away from me?

no intention of dragging

word, she headed

halfway through when Brian suddenly showed up, leaning against

there, tall and composed, with a cigarette between his fingers. He took

undeniably lonely about the way he stood there, lost in thought, saying

minutes, she