Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 777:

“Good.”

Brenda reached out, her fingers tracing the edges of the old manuscripts. Some pages had yellowed; others bore the creases of time. Yet, each one had been carefully preserved.

She ran her fingertips over them again and again, as if trying to etch their texture into memory.

Then, without warning, her vision blurred. Tears welled up, threatening to spill onto the papers. At the last second, she turned away and wiped them with the back of her hand.

These weren’t just sketches.

They were pieces of her—her work, her dedication, her past.

Through years of struggles, across continents, she had stood by Allan, driven by love.

But no matter how much she sacrificed, there was one truth she couldn’t ignore—her passion for design had always been real. She loved the feel of the brush in her hand, the way the strokes brought ideas to life, the quiet satisfaction of creation.

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The man she had once cherished, the career she had poured her soul into—both were slipping away.

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A decade of perseverance, triumphs, and failures, all leading to this moment. A farewell she never thought she’d have to make.

“Pack all of these and send them to Rachel!” Brenda commanded, brushing away the last traces of her tears. Her voice was steady, her decision final.

Her assistant hesitated, her grip tightening around the edges of the documents. “Ms. Myers, these are your life’s work. I can store them safely—you could take them with you when you go abroad.”

Brenda shook her head. “No. Some things are meant to reach their full potential in the right hands.”

Especially the unfinished designs. She wanted Rachel to be the one to complete them.

“Rachel has the skill, the vision, and, more importantly, the dedication to this industry. She’s one of the rarest design talents I’ve ever come across. I know that one day, she’ll leave her mark on this field.”

“But…” The assistant still struggled to accept it.

Brenda lifted a hand dismissively. “Just pack them. And consider this a personal thank-you. She’s stood in for me at a business event—she’s earned it. But don’t give them to her yet. Wait until the moment I board my flight.”

“Understood.”

By noon, Rachel finally carved out a short break from her workload. Just as she was about to join her colleagues, a conversation from the break room caught her ear.

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