Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 441:

Upon returning, she embraced Rachel with unbridled excitement. “Rachel, my parents agreed. From today forward, you are a sister to me!”

Rachel looked genuinely surprised. “You sought their approval right then and there?”

“Absolutely!”

Natalia’s unfiltered honesty was disarming.

Her sincerity touched Rachel deeply. “We promised, no take-backs. I’ll help you care for Jeffrey, treating him like my little brother.”

Rachel playfully tapped Natalia’s nose. “You’re too excited to remember—Jeffrey and I are twins. He’s actually older than you.”noveldrama

Natalia paused, then cheered, “Oh, right! So he’ll be my elder brother. Perfect!” Her enthusiasm was infectious.

“I’ve always craved siblings. My parents were cautious, warning me that people often have hidden motives. They restricted my connections, which only intensified my desire for familial bonds.” Her tone grew more serious. “I’ve been deceived before, which made me more guarded. But you, Rachel—you never sought to exploit my status or manipulate me for personal gain. That’s why I trust my instincts. You’re genuinely a wonderful person.”

Rachel felt warmth spread through her heart, grateful for this unexpected connection. Observing their emotional moment, Andres suggested, “Shall we celebrate with a meal?”

Natalia waved dismissively. “No, I want to drink.”

Rachel understood immediately. Natalia was masking her emotional pain, using alcohol as a temporary shield.

“Alright,” she agreed softly.

Natalia’s face lit up. “Rachel, you’re the best!”

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In the most vibrant bar, after several rounds of drinks, Natalia’s inhibitions dissolved.

Intoxication allowed her suppressed emotions to surge forth.

Clutching her chest, she let out a shaky breath, pain evident in her expression. “Rachel… it hurts. My heart feels like it’s being twisted by a knife.” Tears pooled in her eyes as her voice cracked. “Why does Brian only have eyes for Tracy? Why doesn’t he ever look at me?”

She took another sip, but it did nothing to dull the ache. “It’s one thing if he doesn’t like me,” she went on, her voice trembling, “but he doesn’t even trust me. In his eyes, am I just some spoiled brat who throws tantrums? Someone capable of hurting others? Am I really that awful to him?”

Her hands clenched into fists as fresh tears spilled over.

“How could he not see?” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I was just testing him. I never meant to hurt Tracy. I would never go that far. But he… he didn’t believe me.”

A bitter sob escaped her lips. “For Tracy, he’d rather get hurt himself than take a step back. For her, he was willing to cast me aside without hesitation.” She bit her lip, her whole body trembling. “Am I really that insignificant to him?”

Natalia was utterly drunk, her emotions a raw, exposed nerve. She wept, a torrent of heartbroken sobs.

Rachel reached out, her hand a gentle solace, wiping away the tears that streamed down Natalia’s face. Again and again, her tender movements repeated, a silent rhythm of comfort.

Yet, in that moment, Rachel’s own heart ached with a silent, mirroring grief. She knew, with a sharp pang, that she was just as insignificant in Brian’s heart as Natalia felt in hers. Despite the years she’d spent by his side, despite her unwavering, selfless love, she was nothing more than a footnote.

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