?Chapter 250:
In that devastating moment, theposed fa?ade Rachel had carefully maintained shatteredpletely.
Her heart splintered like delicate ss, fragmenting into countless pieces.
The realization crashed over her in waves: he knew everything. Yet, despite this knowledge, he had allowed Juliet to strike and humiliate her without intervention.
Rachel’s gaze locked onto Brian again, her voice cutting like a de. “Brian, you truly have a heart of stone. I won’t deny it—someone stepped in to help me. But even a near-stranger, someone who barely knows me, couldn’t just stand by and did something. And you?”
Each of her words bled raw emotion, echoing from the deepest wounds of her soul, heavy with the weight of all the pain she had carried alone. “As my boyfriend, where were you when I was drowning in despair? What were you doing? Throughout these years, when have you been there for me in times of crisis? I might as well be single than have a so-called boyfriend. During rainstorms, I’m left to fend for myself. When illness strikes, I drag myself to the hospital alone. Even on my birthday, I celebrate in solitude. I’ve made countless wishes about you, but sadly…”
Her lips curved into a smile, but it held too much sorrow. It resembled a rose on the verge of withering—beautiful yet fading.
With bitterness etched across her face, she continued, “None of those wishes ever came true. I always believed you were simply too focused on work and somewhat clueless about rtionships, so I tolerated and understood your absence. But then Tracy returned, and I suddenly realized how wrong I was. When she fell ill, you somehow found time for her. When she suffered injury, you materialized at her side. Whenever she called for you, you appeared. And what about me?” Rachel pressed her hand against her chest, silentlymanding herself not to cry, not to surrender a single tear.
“When I needed you, you vanished. Even when yourpany’s employees insulted me, you remained silent. Have you ever considered standing up for me? Brian, after sharing so many years together, I don’t feel like your girlfriend. Do you know what I feel like?” She looked at him, her smile drenched in despair.
Brian’s lipspressed into a tight line, his expression unreadable, emotions buried deep beneath the surface.
“What do you feel like?” he finally asked, breaking his prolonged silence.
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Rachel released a coldugh before revealing the answer. “It’s as though I’m your servant, a tool you’ve used and worn down over the years.”
That was why he thought she possessed no emotions. She wouldn’t erupt in anger or dissolve into sadness. She would feel nothing, allowing him to wound her repeatedly.
But he was so wrong. She was a living, breathing person. She could experience pain and shed tears. She harbored emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. She yearned for care and affection…
Brian instinctively stretched out his hand as he stepped forward, but Rachel shifted slightly, evading his touch. Thest thing she craved now was his pity.
“Rachel…” Brian’s heart constricted as though crushed by a boulder, countless words struggling to escape. Yet his lips merely trembled, managing only to whisper her name.
“I don’t want to hear any of your exnations!”
His lips moved frantically, attempting to exin, but Rachel had lost all interest in listening.
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