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At that moment, Brian felt as though a crushing weight had settled on his chest.
The pressure was so suffocating that even drawing a single breath became a challenge.
It was as if Rachel no longer cared–about him, his life, or his existence.
The thought hurt him deeply. A foreign, unbearable ache gripped him, pounding relentlessly in his chest.
Just then, Tracy’s third call came in.
Rachel knew Tracy wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted.
“You should answer it. I’ll step out,” she said softly, rising to leave the room and leaving` Brian alone on the balcony.
“Hello, Tracy.”
“Brian, you finally answered! You sound drained. Is something wrong?”
“Nothing much. Just a little tired.”
“Oh, how’s Carol doing? Is she still upset?” Tracy asked carefully.
“I’ve settled her down. She’s resting now.”
Tracy’s face lit up with relief. “That’s good! Her well–being comes first. But after what happened, she must be really disappointed in Rachel. Brian, you should focus on spending more time with Carol these days.”
“Why would she be disappointed in Rachel?” Brian’s brows furrowed, his tone sharp with suspicion. “What do you mean by that?”
Tracy stiffened, momentarily caught off guard. “I–I mean… Didn’t you say she was livid after seeing the trending topics about Rachel?”
“She was–but not at Rachel. She was furious with me for failing to protect Rachel and allowing her to get hurt.”
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Tracy froze, her breath hitching in disbelief.
“Wait… are you telling me Carol was upset because she cares so much about Rachel–and she actually called you home to scold you?”
“That’s pretty much it.”
Brian’s confirmation hit Tracy like a gut punch. Her hand flew to her chest, her nails digging into her palm as her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Why was it always like this? She had been certain that Carol despised Rachel and would use this scandal to break off their engagement. But instead, Carol still stood firmly by Rachel’s side–after everything!
Tracy’s vision blurred with rage, her pulse hammering in her ears.
“If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.” Brian’s cold voice snapped her from her daze.
Panicked, she quickly said, “Y–Yeah! Take care of yourself and don’t overwork, alright?”
The moment the call ended, she hurled her phone onto the bed, her chest heaving with rage. “Rachel! Why? Why do you always get everything handed to you on a silver platter?”
Her hands clenched into fists, knuckles turning white from the pressure. Hatred blazed in her wide, glaring eyes. Why did it always have to be Rachel? Why couldn’t it be her for
once?
Inside the room, Brian found Rachel already lying down.
Only, she wasn’t on the bed–she had curled up on the sofa instead.
His brows knitted in confusion. “Why are you sleeping there? The bed’s yours–I’ll take
the sofa.”
Rachel didn’t even glance at him. “That’s unnecessary. The sofa’s spacious enough for
me.”
She knew this room originally belonged to him. As a guest, she shouldn’t occupy his bed. Besides, she didn’t want to owe him anything. All she wanted was for this night to be over so they could go their separate ways by morning.
Brian’s gaze darkened. “The sofa isn’t as comfortable. You’ve always had poor health- I’ll sleep here.”
Without giving her room to argue, he bent down.
Caught off guard, Rachel gasped and instinctively shoved him away. Her voice trembled with panic. “W–What are you doing?”
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A sly, teasing smirk tugged at Brian’s lips. His gaze locked on hers, dark and captivating. “You’ve got two choices: either get in bed yourself, or I’ll carry you.”
Rachel’s heart pounded. “I–I said there’s no need.”
“Then I’ll carry you.” Brian leaned down, his muscular arms already reaching for her.
Brian reached out, his hands steady but his gaze intensely serious.
Not wanting to prolong the argument, Rachel gave in. “Alright… I’ll go myself.”
Sliding into the familiar bed, she immediately felt its comforting softness. It was much
better than the sofa.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Brian approaching with a glass of water. “Here,” he said, his voice low and calm.
“Thanks.”
Grateful, she took the glass. Truthfully, she was quite thirsty–one of the dishes she liked earlier had been a bit too salty.
But since Carol had insisted she eat more, she hadn’t been able to refuse.
“My mom was harsh tonight. I’m sorry about that,” Brian murmured softly.
Rachel set the glass down, her tone flat. “I appreciate it, but there’s no need.”
Those cruel words had come from Debby herself.
If anyone was going to apologize, it should’ve been Debby–not Brian.
An apology by proxy meant nothing to her.
Brian hesitated, then asked, “Did she… say a lot of unpleasant things to you in private
before?”
Rachel didn’t flinch. “Yes.”
A brief, concise response, but the subtle tremble in her lashes said far more than her words ever could.
His jaw tensed. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Before he could stop himself, his hands gripped her shoulders, his voice edged with frustration.
Rachel lowered her gaze, her lashes fluttering faintly. “I did… a long time ago. But you forgot.”
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Her voice was steady, but a trace of bitterness lingered beneath it. “When we first met, I could already tell your mom didn’t like me. But I figured she was your mother, so I told myself to be more understanding. I thought if I could win her over, you wouldn’t have to
feel torn between us.”
She exhaled softly, her smile faint and self–deprecating. “But it didn’t work. She despised my background and never hid her disdain. She constantly made things difficult for me.” She paused briefly, but her tone remained light–as if the pain had long dulled. “I told you about it back then… but you just said she was your mom and asked me to put up with it. So I did. I endured it, hoping you’d see it one day.”
Her voice cracked slightly, but she caught herself. “But I realized you didn’t believe me. And the person you wanted to protect was never me.
She let out a soft chuckle, void of any warmth. “After that, I just stopped hoping
altogether.”
It was strange. What once brought her so much anguish now seemed so trivial to talk about. Time really did have a way of numbing pain.
Brian’s chest tightened, her words striking a deep chord in him. His mind reeled, recalling those thoughtless remarks he had made. But what she didn’t know was that he had confronted his mom multiple times in private. He just never told her about it.
But now, explaining himself would only sound like a weak excuse.
“Then why didn’t you…” He swallowed hard, his voice rough. “Why didn’t again later? I thought my mom had… backed off a little.”
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Rachel’s smile deepened, laced with mockery. “And what would that have changed?” Her tone was laced with quiet pain. “Was I supposed to keep complaining, hoping you’d
wouldn’t?” eventually take my side? What was the point when I already knew you
Her smile twisted bitterly. “I knew from the beginning–I never stood a chance with you. So what would’ve been the point in bringing it up?”
Rachel’s voice was low, but the hurt beneath it was undeniable. “It wouldn’t have changed anything. You’d only think I was trying to stir up conflict between you and your mom… or worse, that I was scheming to turn you against her.
Brian’s chest tightened, the weight of guilt bearing down on him like a crushing force.
“Rachel… I’m sorry. I really am. I let you down–I was selfish and blind.”
Her expression didn’t waver. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
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Her tone was light, void of any lingering attachment, and that shattered Brian even more.
Overcome with emotion, he instinctively reached out and grasped her hand. “Let me make it up to you… in any way you want.‘
Rachel simply shook her head, her indifference piercing deeper than any harsh words ever could. “There’s no need for that. We’re no longer engaged, Brian. We’ve already ended things. Any conflict between me and your mom… doesn’t matter now.”
Her gaze met his–steady, clear, and heartbreakingly distant. It was as though she were speaking about someone else’s story, not her own.
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