Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 527:

But Yvonne’s eyes drifted toward the hospital’s driveway, instantly narrowing at the sight of Tracy practically glued to Brian’s side. “Unbelievable,” Yvonne scoffed. “You two just broke up, and she’s already parading around with him like she won the lottery? Gross.” The more she watched, the more her temper flared, especially seeing the smug smile plastered across Tracy’s face.

Without hesitation, Yvonne rolled down her window and shot out icily, “Mr. White, it’s been a while! But wow… your taste in women has seriously plummeted. Honestly, Tracy Haynes? Compared to Rachel, she doesn’t even come close.”

Her voice turned razor-sharp, completely disregarding Tracy’s presence as she sneered, “I mean, I wouldn’t even touch leftovers, but it seems like you’re more than happy to feast on them. That’s just… pitiful.”

Tracy’s face flushed with anger, and she shot back, “I don’t recall ever doing anything to offend you!”

Yvonne tossed her hair over her shoulder, her gaze icy. “Oh, really? You stole Rachel’s boyfriend and paraded him around like a trophy. You didn’t just offend her—you offended me, too. And believe me, that’s more than enough reason for me to despise you.”

Her voice sharpened as she leaned slightly forward. “Here’s some free advice—go find a mirror and take a long, hard look at yourself. Since when does the other woman get to flaunt herself in front of the real girlfriend? I’ve been holding back, but trust me, I’m two seconds away from making you a complete social outcast.”

them crackled with hostility, thick enough

Funny how you can still act so high and mighty after your own family fell apart. Shouldn’t you be mourning instead of meddling in other

family’s broken? At the end of the

narrowed as she added smugly, “But you? You’re nothing. You’re nothing. And Brian White

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visibly paling under Yvonne’s brutal words.

humiliation, Tracy turned to Brian, forcing a laugh. “Brian, let’s go. If we stay any longer, I’m afraid Rachel’s friend might actually sink

dripped with venom, shifting the focus onto Rachel in

her ploy—and she wasn’t about to let

you have something to say, just be direct. There’s no need for sarcasm.

face remained composed, but her words were sharp

lip, looking fragile, as if she might cry at any moment. “Rachel, you got it wrong.