Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 838:

It was as if she had been waiting for that voice, hoping someone would ask her to stay.

But she quickly realized she had only been imagining it.

Allan remained silent.

“Mom! Mom! Hold on!”

Trudy turned around in surprise at the voice. Lizzie ran up to her.

“Mom, why don’t you stay and have dinner with us?”

Trudy’s gaze instinctively shifted to Allan, but he said nothing. She gently patted Lizzie’s hand.

“I can’t, sweetheart. My flight is about to leave. If I stay any longer, I’ll miss it.”

Lizzie hesitated, unsure of what to say, and could only watch as her mother’s figure slowly faded into the distance.

Once Trudy was gone, the banquet hall’s lively chatter and laughter gradually resumed, as if nothing had happened.

Allan sank back into his seat and glanced at Rachel, his voice soft.

“Are you alright?”

Rachel gave a small nod, forcing a smile.

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“I’m fine. I just… didn’t expect your mom to show up.”

Allan let out a sigh, his expression complicated.

“She was never really around when I was a kid, so I didn’t expect her to come either. Maybe Lizzie told her about the wedding.”

Rachel nodded again, though a strange unease settled in her chest.

She knew the wedding wasn’t real, but Trudy seemed to believe otherwise. And now, with all the extravagant gifts—the jewelry that looked fit for royalty, the massive estate, and, most importantly, the family’s treasured heirloom bracelet—it was getting harder to see a way out.

For now, all she could do was take things one step at a time.

After the banquet, Allan brought Rachel to his home.

The villa was luxurious, situated right in the heart of the city. Every detail of the decor reflected Allan’s refined taste.

Rachel blinked in surprise. She had assumed they would move into his previous home, not a brand-new place.noveldrama

“Did you just get this place?”

“Not exactly. I bought it a while back and had it remodeled. It was always meant to be a home for when I got married.”

Rachel tensed.

“But… we’re not actually married. This is just…”

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