Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 842:

Allan, knowing Rachel well and understanding her nature, didn’t argue.

“Alright. I’ll have my assistant take care of the rest.”

Rachel gave a small nod, her voice calm as she replied,

“Okay.”

Later that evening, perhaps influenced by their conversation about Lizzie, Rachel found herself in a vivid dream. In it, she saw Jeffrey standing at a distance, smiling at her, his hand raised in a warm, inviting wave. She ran towards him, desperate to close the distance, but no matter how fast she moved, he remained just beyond her reach.

“Jeffrey!” Rachel called out, her voice cracking, and in that moment, she was jolted awake. A cold sweat clung to her skin, and her breath was ragged as if she had been running in reality.

The dream left her heart heavy, an overwhelming emptiness settling deep within her. Rachel lay in the stillness of her bed, her thoughts tangled and restless. She tossed and turned, trying to calm the unease that had gripped her heart over the past few days. Despite receiving occasional videos from Jeffrey, a gnawing feeling lingered within her, one she couldn’t quite place. It was as if something was slipping through her grasp, like a mist that disappeared the moment she tried to hold it.

Frustrated, she reached for her phone and began scrolling absentmindedly through her social media feeds. A topic caught her attention—#BrianWhiteDeletedAllPosts.

Her breath caught in her throat.

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“Brian?”

The memory of the wedding earlier that day rushed back to her. A part of her had braced for the possibility that Brian might show up, disrupting the ceremony and creating chaos she wasn’t prepared to manage.

She had been torn, uncertain of what she truly wanted. On the one hand, she hoped he would find out about her marriage, believing it might finally put an end to his disruptions. On the other hand, she feared that his discovery would drive him crazy. Yet, to her surprise, the day had passed without incident. He had been eerily quiet, his absence unsettling.

As Rachel clicked on his profile, a fleeting sense of relief washed over her. If Brian had chosen to delete his posts, perhaps it meant he was finally ready to let go of the past and allow her the space to begin anew. However, her relief quickly turned to confusion as she discovered that he had erased everything except for one image of zinnias.

The comments beneath the post poured in, each a mix of speculation and curiosity.

“What’s happening here? Did Mr. White just go through a breakup?”

“I heard he was married. Maybe this is the fallout from a divorce, and now he’s clearing everything away.”noveldrama

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