Chapter 129 Don’t Kid
Yourself
“Hold your tears later!” Brian’s voice cracked, his eyes bloodshot as he spoke.
Before Rachel could gather her sense, the room seemed to spin around her.
Suddenly, she found herself airborne, gently placed in the bathtub.
Steam rose around them as hot water cascaded down, drenching their attire.
His shirt turned nearly transparent, clinging to his frame and enhancing his allure.
Beneath the fabric, the contours of his muscles, subtly outlined, were just visible.
Rachel’s hair lay flatten around her face.
At that moment, she appeared almost ethereal, her fingers tracing paths along his body as she positioned herself atop him.
Brian clutched her waist, drawing her in, his eyes fiery, his voice raspy. “You are to behave this way with no
man but me.”
His hold intensified when she didn’t reply.
Seemingly in reproof, he kissed her fiercely, demanding, “Do you hear me? Respond!”
“I understand,” she murmured.
Rachel dipped her head, her lips grazing his Adam’s apple delicately.
Her fingers trailed lower, caressing his waist and beyond.
That evening, Rachel experienced a sensation akin to her bones being shattered.
She felt as though her body had been taken apart and pieced back together.
Vivid bruises marked her skin, remnants of their fervent embrace.
As Brian lifted her towards the bed, Rachel’s eyelids fluttered with effort.
Gazing up, her hand brushed the ring on his finger. “Promise me, keep this ring on forever, will you?”
“Okay,” he replied, bending to press a kiss on her forehead.
“If ever you miss me. Just look at this ring. Let it remind you of me.” Her voice trembled as tears filled her eyes.
“I will.”
His confirmation brought her comfort.
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She encircled his waist with her arms, surrendering to sleep within his hold.
As sleep took her, she whispered, “Brian, always remember this day.”
She harbored a deep desire for him to hold this memory forever, to never let it fade.
She drifted into sleep easily, yet woke up abruptly.
Pain roused her after just an hour, starting in her stomach and radiating out in relentless waves.
The discomfort was severe, engulfing her.
In a haze, she feebly said, “Brian…”
Repeatedly she called his name, but received no answer.
Thinking he might be in a deep slumber, she reached out, only to find his side of the bed cold and vacant.
Opening her eyes, she found herself drenched in sweat, her pajamas clinging to her.
Exhausted yet restless, she reached for her phone and dialed his number.
On the third attempt, he picked up. “Hello, Rachel…”
“I…” Rachel said, her voice faltering, just as she heard shuffling sounds through the phone.
Brian’s tone shifted to one of urgency. “I’ve got to handle something urgent. Try to get some more sleep. I’ll be back by morning.”
“I…” she replied, but the line went dead, suggesting he was in a rush.
In bed, she writhed from the unbearable pain.
Eventually, she managed to dress herself.
Descending the stairs, she hailed a taxi.
On the way to the hospital, she pulled up a map and indicated a specific location.
Struggling with the local language, she attempted to give directions.
Luckily, the driver could speak English.
With a weak smile, Rachel pointed again at the map. “Could we go this way? I’d like to drive past here.”
She had directed him to pass by Brian’s office in the city.
As they approached, Rachel peered intently at the building. Despite her hopeful scrutiny, it remained dark, all lights were off.
She repeatedly eyed the building as the taxi pulled away.
Her gaze lingered, head turning to maintain sight as they distanced.
Indeed, the building lay dark, not a single light visible.
A sense of desolation gripped her heart.
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She had hoped, even one lit window might have offered countless reasons to believe he was still at work.
Yet, all her hopes were dashed, utterly.
Drawing a deep breath, she winced in pain, biting down on her lip and clenching her fists as she braced against the surging agony.
Upon reaching the hospital, the taxi driver remarked on the challenge of navigating foreign medical systems alone. Moved by her condition, he stepped in to assist.
With the driver’s assistance, Rachel managed to get admitted.
After treatment began, she felt a slight easing of her symptoms.
Waking at 5 AM, soaked in sweat, she reached for her phone.
Two new messages caught her eye. She was confronted with a provocative message from Tracy.
The image showed Brian beside her.
Following that, another message said, “Whenever I’m at risk, Brian will always side with me. I will forever hold a space in his heart. He will obsess over me, his one irreplaceable. Can you live with me in your marriage indefinitely? Don’t kid yourself. You won’t manage it. Just let him go and let us be.”
Rachel’s complexion drained of color.
At that moment, she struggled to make sense of what lay before her.
Her body throbbed with pain, yet the ache in her heart was sharper.
She yearned to confront Brian, to ask why he raised her hopes only to dash them.
Only months remained, yet even the facade of commitment seemed beyond his will.
Perhaps he thought he masked his deceit well, or perhaps he felt the deceit insignificant.
By nine in the morning, Brian likely had returned.
Finding her absent from the hotel, he called her.
“Rachel…”
Interrupting him, she said, “I’m at the airport.”
“Why are you at the airport?” he asked.
“Jeffrey is facing some issues, so I must return to support him. It was unexpected, and you were occupied, so I
didn’t inform you.”
“When is your flight?”
“It departs soon, within the hour.”
“Wait for me, I’m on my way.” His tone was laden with urgency.
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