Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1042:

She stared at the ceiling for a while, then closed her eyes. Norton wasn’t worth losing sleep over.

In the guest room, Norton tossed and turned. Her words—”a family that doesn’t even exist”—echoed in his mind.

On paper, she was still his wife. He had never stopped looking out for her, even if she didn’t see it.

Because of her job, she was constantly under the spotlight—scrutinized, overworked, and eventually driven to the hospital. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t understand what drove her to push herself so relentlessly.

He sighed, his eyes tracing the moonlight spilling in through the window. The image of Yvonne in that white nightgown lingered in his mind—elegant, untouchable. Eventually, he drifted off.

In his dream, Yvonne was walking barefoot along the beach, the nightgown fluttering in the sea breeze.

in the sand as she ran.

She grabbed his collar and pulled him down, lips just

the dream, sharp and clear: “Do you even know what

jolted awake. Dawn had

the other hand, had slept soundly. No nightmares. When she came downstairs

gave him a brief glance but said nothing, turning her attention to the quiet clatter

at a modest breakfast before gathering her

if expecting something. But Yvonne walked past him in silence, her

more

him, he reached for her arm. “I’ll drive you,” he

yanked her arm free, her movements sharp with