Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1168:

Yvonne’s fingers froze on her phone, her heart plummeting as she stared at the screen. The loan repayment date glared back at her, days past due.

Panic clawed at her throat. The trip with Norton—the beaches, the laughter, the fleeting escape—had swept her so far from her troubles that her debts had slipped her mind entirely.

The absence of debt collectors at her door these past weeks baffled her.

A sharp rap at the door shattered her thoughts. When she eased it open, Norton stood there, a glass of milk in his hand.

“Here, drink this,” he said, brushing past her with a casual stride.

Yvonne’s lips curved into a faint smile. She took the glass and settled at the table. For a moment, she pushed her fears to the corners of her mind.

Norton leaned against the counter, watching her with a quiet intensity. When she drained the last of the milk, he tilted his head, a grin tugging at his mouth.

“That’s my wife,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

Yvonne’s cheeks. She was not accustomed

She shuffled to her room, her heart a strange mix of flustered and fond. As

In the depths of

a darkened living room, the air thick with dread. The pounding of fists on

through the wood—grim, hollow-eyed debt collectors, their voices a chilling chant. “Why have you not

reached for her, cold

her body tensing

of the night, Norton slipped into her room, part

sight of her troubled expression stopped him cold. He knelt beside her bed, his hand hovering before gently resting on

chapter awaits

and the tension in

morning, the dream’s

searched for the right moment to ask Norton for help

she could speak, her phone buzzed, a flurry of notifications lighting up