Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 918:

Years ago…

The car sped along the winding road, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the air. Yvonne gazed out the window, her thoughts scattered and restless. Though she had been married for some time, her relationship with Norton still felt distant, emotionally unfulfilled. They had to keep up appearances, especially when visiting Edmond, Norton’s grandpa—playing the part of a loving couple; otherwise, Edmond would be left worrying.

The thought of it, coupled with Norton’s constant refusal to let her work, only deepened Yvonne’s frustration. It made it harder for her to muster any genuine affection for him.

The sudden buzz of her phone disrupted her thoughts. Yvonne glanced at the screen, a smile forming as she began to type a reply.

Suddenly, Norton’s voice cut through the silence, laced with a hint of jealousy as his eyes flicked to her through the rearview mirror. “You’ve been quite busy lately. I hardly see you around anymore.”

almost indifferent. “Are you really so

voice cut through the air, deep and laced with quiet but unmistakable irritation. “You’ve been pushing boundaries lately. I expect you to fulfill your duties as

She had briefly thought that Norton’s concerns might be genuine, that he cared for her in some way. But now, she

business card flashed on the screen—an internationally renowned motorcycle racer. She had recently discovered a passion for riding and racing, a thrilling hobby that filled the

it really so

response came quickly, almost too quickly, as she shook her head in mock surprise.

didn’t press further. The car soon came to a stop outside Edmond’s residence. Norton stepped out first, tossing the keys to a waiting servant before walking around to open the door for Yvonne. As she stepped out, he leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper. “So, you wanted to work, huh? Let’s

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of the car with grace. She slipped her arm through his and whispered into his ear, her breath warm against his skin. “I’ll make sure you’re