Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 250

Chapter 250:

In that devastating moment, the composed façade Rachel had carefully maintained shattered completely.

Her heart splintered like delicate glass, fragmenting into countless pieces.

The realization crashed over her in waves: he knew everything. Yet, despite this knowledge, he had allowed Juliet to strike and humiliate her without intervention.

Rachel’s gaze locked onto Brian again, her voice cutting like a blade. “Brian, you truly have a heart of stone. I won’t deny it—someone stepped in to help me. But even a near-stranger, someone who barely knows me, couldn’t just stand by and did something. And you?”

Each of her words bled raw emotion, echoing from the deepest wounds of her soul, heavy with the weight of all the pain she had carried alone. “As my boyfriend, where were you when I was drowning in despair? What were you doing? Throughout these years, when have you been there for me in times of crisis? I might as well be single than have a so-called boyfriend. During rainstorms, I’m left to fend for myself. When illness strikes, I drag myself to the hospital alone. Even on my birthday, I celebrate in solitude. I’ve made countless wishes about you, but sadly…”

but it held too much sorrow. It resembled a

continued, “None of those wishes ever came true. I always believed you were simply too focused on work and somewhat clueless about relationships, so I tolerated and understood your absence. But then Tracy returned, and I suddenly realized how wrong I was. When she fell ill, you

you vanished. Even when your company’s employees insulted me, you remained silent. Have you ever considered standing up for me? Brian, after sharing so many years together, I don’t feel like your girlfriend. Do you know what I feel like?” She looked at him, her smile drenched

a tight line, his expression unreadable, emotions buried

feel like?” he finally asked,

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a cold laugh before revealing the answer. “It’s as though I’m your servant, a tool you’ve used and worn down over

in anger or dissolve into sadness. She would feel nothing, allowing him to wound her

person. She could experience pain and shed tears. She harbored emotions

instinctively stretched out his hand as he stepped forward, but Rachel shifted slightly, evading his

by a boulder, countless words struggling to escape. Yet his lips merely