Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 691:

The tombstone was completely blank, without a single word carved on it. Seeing this, Brian felt a tiny glimmer of hope—maybe it wasn’t real.

But Yvonne turned to him and spoke in a cold, flat tone. “You wanted to see her, right? Well, here she is. This is Rachel’s grave.” The last bit of hope in Brian’s eyes faded instantly.noveldrama

“No!” Brian shook his head violently. “That’s a lie!”

Yvonne let out a cold, mocking laugh. “But it’s the truth. I can see it in your eyes, you’re confused. Why is she buried in such a forgotten corner? Why is her tombstone blank? Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything.”

She lightly traced the tombstone with her fingers and continued, “Rachel chose this place herself. She wanted somewhere open, where nothing would block the sunlight. Up here on the hilltop, the sun always shines. She spent her whole life feeling cold. So, after she was gone, she just wanted to rest in the warmth of the sun. She loved to smile, loved sunny days, and hated the gloom of rain. She chose the hilltop because she wanted peace, far away from the noise and chaos of the world. No interruptions, no disturbances. And more importantly, she didn’t want you to disturb her, Brian. So let me make this clear—visiting her grave once is enough. Don’t come back again. If you do, you’ll be disrupting the peace she longed for. She wouldn’t want that. And as for the blank tombstone? That was intentional—to make sure you’d never find her. Even after death, Rachel wanted to cut all ties with you.”

Yvonne took a step back and crossed her arms. “So don’t delay the divorce papers. Sign them today and send them to me.”

Brian knelt before the tombstone, his whole body trembling under the weight.

𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⲁ𝗅ⲛ𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Of his grief.

But Yvonne remained indifferent.

Regret always came too late.

Minutes passed in silence.

Yvonne’s voice, cold and firm, cut through the air. “Time’s up. Letting you say goodbye to Rachel was already more mercy than you deserved. Get up. Don’t make this harder for me.”

Brian, however, refused to leave. He stayed rooted to the ground.

Yvonne sighed, shaking her head. “I warned you that you’d regret everything, didn’t I?”

Her voice sharpened. “Leave now!”

This time, Brian listened. He knew he had many requests for Yvonne in the future—he couldn’t afford to anger her.

As Brian walked away, Yvonne turned back to the tombstone. She crouched down, pulling a cloth from her pocket and gently wiping away the dust.

There wasn’t any dust, but she kept wiping. Over and over.

“Jeffrey, I’m here,” she whispered in a trembling voice. “Your sister is safe. The surgery went well, and she’s safe now. Allan Vance kept his word—Rachel got the best medical care. She’ll get better with time. I also kept my promise. I won’t tell Rachel that you gave her your kidney and corneas. When she wakes up and asks about you, I’ll stick to our deal and say you passed away from your illness. I always keep my word, so rest easy. If there’s an afterlife, find a family that loves you, parents who cherish you, and maybe a sister who cares for you like we did. And if you can, meet someone who truly loves you, someone who will hold you dear.”

By the time she finished, she was crying so hard she couldn’t stop.

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