Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 691:

The tombstone was completely blank, without a single word carved on it. Seeing this, Brian felt a tiny glimmer of hope—maybe it wasn’t real.

But Yvonne turned to him and spoke in a cold, flat tone. “You wanted to see her, right? Well, here she is. This is Rachel’s grave.” The last bit of hope in Brian’s eyes faded instantly.

“No!” Brian shook his head violently. “That’s a lie!”

Yvonne let out a cold, mocking laugh. “But it’s the truth. I can see it in your eyes, you’re confused. Why is she buried in such a forgotten corner? Why is her tombstone blank? Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything.”

She lightly traced the tombstone with her fingers and continued, “Rachel chose this place herself. She wanted somewhere open, where nothing would block the sunlight. Up here on the hilltop, the sun always shines. She spent her whole life feeling cold. So, after she was gone, she just wanted to rest in the warmth of the sun. She loved to smile, loved sunny days, and hated the gloom of rain. She chose the hilltop because she wanted peace, far away from the noise and chaos of the world. No interruptions, no disturbances. And more importantly, she didn’t want you to disturb her, Brian. So let me make this clear—visiting her grave once is enough. Don’t come back again. If you do, you’ll be disrupting the peace she longed for. She wouldn’t want that. And as for the blank tombstone? That was intentional—to make sure you’d never find her. Even after death, Rachel wanted to cut all ties with you.”

Yvonne took a step back and crossed her arms. “So don’t delay the divorce papers. Sign them today and send them to me.”

the tombstone, his whole body trembling under

𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⲁ𝗅ⲛ𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Of his grief.

But Yvonne remained indifferent.

always came too

Minutes passed in silence.

say goodbye to Rachel was already more mercy than

however, refused to leave. He stayed rooted to the

shaking her head. “I warned you that you’d regret everything, didn’t

voice sharpened.

time, Brian listened. He knew he had many requests for Yvonne in the future—he couldn’t

to the tombstone. She crouched down, pulling a cloth from her pocket