Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 312:

“Well said. That sounds exactly like you.”

“How dare you!”

Tracy shook with anger, her hand twitching as if she were moments away from lunging forward.

“Rachel, I know you’re jealous. And I know you don’t want to admit it. But no matter how much you deny it, the truth doesn’t change. You’re nothing more than a pet Brian got used to having around.”

He doesn’t love you. He never has. I am the only woman he truly loves.” Tracy nearly shouted the last part, as if saying it louder would make it true. But the more she raised her voice, the more it became obvious—she was scared.

Rachel didn’t bother to respond, yet Tracy’s words lingered in the air like an unwanted shadow.

rain for you once, and you think that means he loves you? Listen carefully, Rachel. Let me tell you what he’s done for me. He used to drive across the city in the middle of the night just to get me my favorite food. When I was sick, he stayed up all night looking after me. When I couldn’t get into an Ivy League college, he secretly changed his own application just to be with me. And when I was hurt abroad, he

the last. No matter how much she wanted to block them out, they echoed in her mind, relentless and unforgiving. She wished the rain would pour harder, drowning

if her heart was bleeding. Yes, he had risked everything for Tracy, but what about her? Rachel wanted to ask, but the answer was already there, hanging heavy in

Brian had only ever been used to having her around. Just a habit, nothing more. And once she was gone? He’d be upset, sure.

day, her name would mean

her lips as she tightened her grip on the umbrella. Then, without another word, she turned and walked away. The rain pelted down, drenching the pavement, but

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leave, Tracy’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. She murmured softly, “Brian, you’re mine now. I won’t lose you again. From this moment on, you

at Brian, who was resting against her, her eyes

dialed for the driver. Together, they

remained lost in the haze of fever and alcohol. Yet even in his delirium, he murmured one name over