Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 261:

It was her outburst that finally made Brian draw in a sharp breath. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “If it’s not me you want, then who? That man?”

“Yes, I want him. He treats me better; he’s way better than you in every way. Brian, you mean nothing to me. I’m done holding onto you like a fool.”

Rachel thought she had won that argument, but the satisfaction was short-lived.

She was so furious that the words had just tumbled out.

And then, the regret hit—hard—because Brian wasn’t about to let it slide.

In the car, he came dangerously close to stripping her.

The humiliation was unbearable, but it got worse—he suddenly swung the door open, and there was Ronald, standing right outside.

Rachel’s stomach dropped. Her face went white. “No, please…” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Brian didn’t care.

her and carried her inside

her face lower and lower as if she could

no matter how much she tried to hide, her long legs were still in plain sight,

reached the bathroom, Brian didn’t hesitate

showerhead came crashing down,

water made her shiver instantly. She curled into herself, arms wrapped tightly around

spreading over her

rushed to her skin, making her look

want this—didn’t want to be drenched. She wanted

books

no intention of letting that

the edge of the tub, desperate to pull herself up, but

soaked shirt and trousers, like it was the most natural

they

exposed, and Rachel immediately turned her back,