Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 167

Chapter 167:

On the other end of the line, Tracy gripped her phone tightly, her teeth sinking into her lip until it turned pale.

Then, in a voice laced with guilt, she murmured, “I’m sorry for disturbing such an important moment. It’s my fault. Brian, I didn’t know you and Rachel were picking out wedding clothes. I shouldn’t have interrupted. I’m really sorry.” Without another word, she abruptly ended the call.

Brian’s gaze turned sharp as it settled on Rachel, his expression unreadable.

He didn’t say a word. But Rachel could feel it—he blamed her.

Without hesitation, he redialed Tracy’s number. No answer.

His face darkened, and he immediately called Ronald.

“Send me the location where Tracy had dinner with the so-called Mr. Prescott tonight.”

Ronald responded swiftly, forwarding the details without delay. Brian patted Rachel’s shoulder.

in an hour at

still going

was all

out a quiet breath before pressing on. “What if I told you this was a setup? That Tracy knew we’d be here today, trying on wedding clothes, and she staged this whole thing just to pull you away—would you believe me?” For a fleeting second, a faint

reply came without hesitation. “She wouldn’t

herself in danger. And she must truly be in trouble.

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curled into a

and strode away, disappearing

it out of earshot, the shop attendant’s worried voice rang out. “Ms. Marsh, are you

a second, she

all he left behind was a single sentence. “Take good care of her. I’ll be

a trace of

but her body was growing

curtain of the fitting room was pushed aside, and Natalia stepped

it. Brian’s never going to marry you. He