Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 897:

Brian had also been drunk, so in the chaos of the night, their actions felt almost inevitable. But now that she was clear-headed, she didn’t know how to face what had transpired.

Meanwhile, Brian awoke to an empty bed, his mind still clouded by the remnants of sleep. Panic set in as he reached for his phone, dialing Rachel’s number again. He sent message after message, hoping for some sign of her response. But the silence only deepened his anxiety.

Silence stretched on. Each call, each text, fell into an unyielding void as though she had vanished without a trace. A week passed, and Brian came to understand that Rachel didn’t wish to see him, nor did she want to revisit that night. Yet, how could he move on? The weight of their unspoken words lingered in his heart, and he couldn’t simply let it go.

Two months passed before their paths crossed again, this time at a charity event. It was a grand affair hosted by the media to encourage large-scale donations. Rachel was there to secure sponsorship for children in need, while Brian represented his company, pledging a generous donation of one hundred million dollars.

As Rachel watched the donation ceremony unfold, she couldn’t help but be moved. The scale of the event, the generosity—it stirred something deep within her. Yet, she knew, as she stood there, that she and Brian had missed their chance. Too much had happened beyond their control, and the space between them had grown too wide.

As Rachel made her way out of the ceremony, Ronald’s voice cut through the air, calling her name. She froze, feeling as if her instincts were telling her to run, to escape.

Ronald approached, his expression solemn. He bowed low, his voice thick with remorse. “Ms. Marsh, I owe you a profound apology. Everything that transpired that night was entirely my fault. You can direct your anger at me, but please don’t hold Mr. White accountable. He knew nothing of it, just as you didn’t.”

Rachel blinked in confusion, her mind racing. “Ronald, what are you talking about?”

Ronald’s eyes met Rachel’s, full of regret. “That night at the hotel… you and Mr. White…”noveldrama

At that moment, understanding hit Rachel like a wave. Her expression shifted from confusion to disbelief, her gaze locking onto him as realization set in. “So, you’re saying it was all because of you?”

𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 @ 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝙘𝙤𝙢

“Yes,” Ronald replied with unwavering sincerity, his voice soft yet firm as he continued. “You were leaving, and Mr. White—he couldn’t bear it. He wanted to ask you to stay, but he didn’t have the courage. Instead, he sank into a deep sorrow, unable to find rest. His insomnia became unbearable, dragging on night after night. In truth, his sleeplessness had worsened ever since you left years ago, leaving him restless and drained. But when you returned, working alongside him, his condition improved. Yet as the end of the three-year agreement neared, he feared you would leave again, and his insomnia worsened once more.”

Ronald paused, his eyes filled with empathy as he continued, his words laced with understanding. “Ms. Marsh, over the years, Mr. White has done countless things for…”

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