Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 843:

“No, look closely at the picture. Zinnias symbolize the eternal loss of love. I bet the person he loves just got married.”

“Or perhaps it represents enduring love. Seems like he might be a hopeless romantic after all!”

“Honestly, he never appreciated what he had, and now it’s too late for regrets.”

“And there’s more…”

The comments continued to flood in, each more speculative than the last.

One user even wrote,

“I have a cousin at White Group. He says Mr. White hasn’t been to the office for days.”

Another comment caught Rachel’s eye.

“What do you mean? Did he injure himself over his lost love?”

“Probably not, but I heard he’s been missing for several days.”

Rachel’s hand trembled as she scrolled. Unable to endure the speculation any longer, she quickly turned off her phone. The room felt suffocating as she inhaled a steady breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts.

No matter what Brian did from this point on, it was no longer her concern. She had made up her mind—she needed to completely sever ties with him. It would take time, but she had to remove him from her life entirely, both from her mind and her heart.

After a restless night, Rachel woke up with heavy dark circles under her eyes, evidence of her exhaustion.

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A touch of makeup helped mask the fatigue, making her look a little more put together.

After wrapping up her tasks, she stretched and called out,

“Samira, can you make me a cup of coffee? I’m so drained I can hardly keep my eyes open.”

The silence that followed made her pause. A second later, she smacked her forehead, realization hitting her. She had been so caught up in work that she completely forgot Samira had left to deliver some documents on her behalf.

Left with no choice, Rachel sighed and made her way to the break room. The sharp hum of the coffee grinder filled the room.

She stood at the entrance, her fingers idly tracing the gold lettering on her mug. Taking a sip, she frowned. The coffee tasted far more bitter than usual.

But the bitterness of the coffee was nothing compared to the hushed whispers floating around the room.

“Did you hear? Rachel Marsh used Mr. Vance’s private elevator today. No one else in the company has ever been given that privilege,” someone whispered enviously.

“That’s impressive, but you’re missing one detail,” another voice chimed in.

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