Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 613:

A faint, bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. “But Brian… you can’t give me that. The home I long for is something you can never provide.”

Just then, her phone rang, breaking the heavy silence. Seeing Yvonne’s name on the screen, Rachel instinctively pulled away from Brian.

“Wait, I have to take this.”

Bringing the phone to her ear, she spoke softly. “Hey, Yvonne.”

Yvonne’s worried voice came through instantly. “Have you been drinking? You know it’s not good for you…”

Rachel let out a soft, weary chuckle. “I know, Yvonne. But when I’m sober, the pain is unbearable. If I don’t drink, how am I supposed to keep going?”

the call, Rachel’s eyes landed on the wine bottle sitting on the table. Without hesitation, she grabbed

stop her. But she refused to give in. Her fingers tightened around the bottle, her knuckles turning white as she held on stubbornly, refusing

gentler approach. “Rachel, that’s enough. You’ve had plenty. If you drink more, you’ll feel

her arms looping around his neck as she whispered playfully, “I’m already feeling tipsy. Will

nodded slightly

𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺

bottle again. “Just one last sip. Will you drink with me?” she asked,

made it impossible to refuse. With a sigh, he gave in.

spilled down her slender neck. The deep

gently held her face and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. A flood of

their lips touched, he was lost in her completely. His kiss was fierce, urgent, filled with possession—like he wanted to claim every part of

didn’t pull away. Instead, she rose on her toes, trying to close