Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 898:

“Every decision, every move you made, affected him profoundly. The crisis with the Vance Group—you must know he could have stayed away, but he got involved because of you. The restaurant that you and Miss Vance visited? That was built for you, specifically because you love fireworks. He knew you’d enjoy the view from the high altitude, and almost every dish there is something you adore. The place was never meant for anyone else—it was his gift to you.”

He hesitated, gathering his thoughts before continuing, his voice softer, “I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed the timing of the annual fireworks shows. To most, it seems random. But if you pay attention to the calendar, you’ll see a pattern. And in Mr. White’s desk drawer, there are boxes—small and large—filled with birthday gifts he’d planned to give you over the years but never did. He’s prepared them each year with such care, but he never had the chance to give them to you.”

Ronald’s gaze softened further, his voice steady but pleading. “He has made a mistake, and I won’t deny that. He’s let you down, and he knows it. But can one mistake define him forever? In the years you’ve been apart, he’s spent every day trying to make amends. It’s clear to me—he loves you deeply. You were together for so long, and I believe, with all my heart, that you still care for him. That’s why, on that night, I arranged the special fragrance in the room.”noveldrama

As Ronald’s words settled in, Rachel’s mind slowly began to piece together the truth. It wasn’t the alcohol that had sparked the events of that night; it was the incense Ronald had carefully placed in the room.

Once back at her apartment, Rachel wasted no time. She rushed to retrieve the calendars from the past few years, her fingers trembling slightly as she flipped through the pages. She began marking the dates of the fireworks shows, one by one.

As she marked the third date, a sudden realization struck her—her breath caught in her chest. She continued, her heart racing as she checked the remaining dates. It was no coincidence. Each of those nights had been a special occasion for her, like her birthday and their anniversary.

In the past, Rachel had brushed it off as a mere coincidence. Over the years, she had stopped celebrating her birthday, no longer connecting the dazzling displays to her special day. She never once considered that there might be more to it.

But now, as the pieces fell into place, she understood. Those so-called coincidences weren’t random at all. They were carefully planned, each one a quiet gesture of love, a subtle reminder that he had always been thinking of her. True coincidences, she realized, were a rarity in life.

When Ronald finally laid everything bare, Rachel found herself unsure of how to feel about the truth. Did she still harbor hatred toward Brian? Certainly not. Even the deepest resentment had been chipped away over time by his quiet, consistent acts of kindness.

𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞: 𝕘Ɐ𝕝𝕟𝕠ν𝕖𝕝𝕤﹒ⅽ𝕠𝕞

When all was said and done, Brian had truly helped her these last few years, more than she could have ever hoped for. And yet, to say that there was no lingering resentment at all would be untrue. Some bitterness remained, born from a past that could never be changed.

A notification on her phone pulled Rachel back to her senses. It was a message from Brian: “Can I come over and see you? I won’t stay long. I’ll have to head back tonight.”

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