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.

over her and carried her

sinking her face lower and lower as if

tried to hide, her long

reached the bathroom, Brian didn’t hesitate

from the showerhead came

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

gradually, the warmth seeped in, spreading over her body

her skin, making her

this—didn’t want to be drenched. She wanted to get up, grab her clothes,

more books

had no intention of letting

desperate to pull herself up, but just then—Brian

the slightest pause, he stripped off his soaked shirt and trousers, like it was the most natural thing in

in the large tub, they were in

more exposed, and Rachel immediately turned her back,