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.

his coat over her and carried her inside like her pleas meant

embarrassed, sinking her face lower

tried to hide, her long legs were still

didn’t hesitate

later, water from the showerhead came crashing down, soaking her from

curled

spreading over her body

making her look even more

drenched. She wanted to get up, grab her clothes,

more books

Brian had no intention of letting that

edge of the tub, desperate to pull herself up, but just then—Brian

and trousers, like it was the

in the large tub, they

even more exposed, and Rachel immediately turned her