Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 53

Chapter 53:

“What happened?” Rachel asked.

Yvonne detailed the entire situation. “Norton Burke finally agreed to let me work, yet he prohibited me from telling everyone that I’m his wife. We could have lived a peaceful life, but he insists on complicating everything. He even undermines me at work! Unbelievable!”

Rachel ran her fingers through her hair, deep in thought. “Are you employed at his company?”

“Absolutely not! Why would I deliberately walk into a lion’s den? He acquired the company after I joined and secretly took over as the top executive. He’s deliberately making things difficult, trying to drive me out. The tactics he uses are despicable! What a jerk!” Yvonne was explaining her frustrations passionately.

Rachel didn’t bother to look around.

But when she casually lifted her eyes, she was stunned.

Like a phantom appearing from thin air, Norton stood right behind Yvonne. Reacting quickly, Rachel seized Yvonne’s hand. “Yvonne, I’m done with my coffee. How about we go shopping?”

Retreating seemed the most prudent action at that moment.

Yet Yvonne, deep in her heated rant, showed no signs of stopping.

She dismissed Rachel’s appeal. “Hold on, no hurry. Let me finish blasting that jerk first, then we’ll go shopping.”

Rachel tried to communicate urgency with her eyes, but Yvonne, animated and captivated by her own words, paid no attention.

Left with no alternative, Rachel stood up and said directly, “Good afternoon, Mr. Burke. Fancy seeing you here.”

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“Rachel…” Yvonne pulled at her friend’s arm. “What are you talking about? Which Mr. Burke?”

Before she could finish her sentence, a low, grinding voice emerged right beside her. “How many Mr. Burkes do you think there are?”

turned her head, and upon seeing Norton, she

forcing a tight smile. Getting caught speaking ill of someone was hardly a moment of pride. “You just referred to me

“What? You heard

games with me. I heard every word you said

discussing a movie. There must

a cold scoff. “Really? What a coincidence that the villain in your

clearly? As she scrambled for an explanation, a honeyed voice interjected, “Mr. Burke, did you get my coffee yet?

off. Instead, he looked amused, seemingly

arm. Using a similarly sweet tone, she said, “Sweetie, it suddenly feels so stuffy

look at Norton, saying, “Be careful not

you say anything nice for once?” Norton’s face

you want sweet words, have your date over there utter them!” Yvonne retorted,

her

I knew the stakes when I married him. At this stage, our marriage is merely a facade. His grandfather’s health is failing. If he passes, Norton and

her hand a gentle squeeze. “Let’s not dwell

“Agreed.”

recent

should acknowledge that. But if he fails

playfully. “Won’t that

confidently. “Remember, Norton and I are married. If we

the upcoming birthday banquet for Brian’s grandma Carol, Rachel was on the hunt for an appropriate outfit. Carol adored the color red, making it

finding red attire. Yvonne, known for her sharp fashion

Yvonne said. “The designer there is making waves in the fashion world. I’ve seen their work, and it’s outstanding. Their

boutique immediately. Upon entering, Rachel was instantly taken by the designs. The clothing there indeed

Yvonne encouraged Rachel to try

fitting than the last. However, when she stepped out in

the standout