Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 268:

Maybe he sensed something in his sleep because Brian shifted slightly. Startled, she pulled her hand back in an instant. But even as she did, she couldn’t stop staring at his back. She lifted her hand once more, but this time, she hesitated, unwilling to touch him again. Instead, she traced the words in her mind: “I love you.”

At dawn, Rachel got out of bed and changed her clothes. Brian was already dressed in his suit. Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke. Silently, they walked downstairs together. The moment their eyes fell on the breakfast table, they spoke at the same time, as if reading each other’s thoughts. “Let’s eat together.”

“Okay.”

They nodded in silent agreement.

They ate quietly, and without thinking, Rachel reached for an egg. She peeled it like always, setting the egg white in his bowl while keeping the yolk in hers. It was muscle memory, something she had done too many times to count.

Brian had always been particular—he only ate the egg whites, never the yolks. But Rachel didn’t like yolks either. Still, for years, she had done it anyway—setting aside the part he liked without a second thought. It wasn’t about preference or habit. It was simply love, and she had been more than willing.

“Sorry. It’s just a habit.”

taking the egg white back into

she knew she wouldn’t need

know, I’m just like you. I can’t stand egg yolks either. They’re dry, hard to swallow. Every time, I forced myself to

expression flickered. “Why didn’t

faint smile—calm, yet distant. “I did tell you. You just never listened. Or

she had always been insignificant, a

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it had been Tracy, you would’ve etched it into your memory, making sure you never

deeply, she blinked back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. She maintained her composure with a practiced smile. “Now I never have to struggle through egg yolks again. I can savor the egg whites I’ve

they shared together. She

as though honoring an

thirty minutes passed before they