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?”

in a teasing remark, Rachel would always

in watching her get flustered. But today, even though he intentionally provoked her, she didn’t react at all. She simply

continued helping him put on his shoes without so much

laces did she speak, her

at breakfast was almost

everything, his irritation seeping into even the smallest

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

was

Rachel would have hurried to take care of it, even warming the milk to his preferred temperature without

not to hear him at

was the quiet clinking of utensils. Rachel finished a few bites of her

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

mid-air,

looked like his petty behavior had finally gotten

gaze, his face turning serious.

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

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

what he hadn’t anticipated was what she said next. “I want

made her request even more pronounced, each word striking his

instant, she caught the flicker of

tightened so

with an icy glare.

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

glass shattered against the floor, sending shards

outburst, Rachel stayed

she went on,

your personal life. There’s an important

chose her words carefully, making sure they

confrontation,

he approved of it or

distance between them was the

finally gave in, just as Rachel was beginning

Space? To be away from me? Fine. I’ll give you that. But don’t forget—so long as I

had no intention of dragging

she headed upstairs to

suddenly showed up,

He took slow, deliberate drags, the

about the way he stood there, lost in thought,

minutes, she had