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    It seemed he hadn’te from outside but rather from the study inside the house. Rachel was taken aback by his sudden appearance.


    “What are you doing here now?”


    “I stayed up workingte, so I ended up sleeping in the study,” Brian replied, confirming his story by his home attire. “The moving noise might have disturbed you, sorry about that. It won’t take long; I don’t have many things.”


    “Are you really going through with leaving?”


    Brian’s gaze was intense and unreadable as he looked at her.


    “Yes, we settled on this yesterday, didn’t we? Plus, my departure opens up space for Tracy, right?” He scoffed, “Is that so?”


    “Yes, I genuinely hope you two find happiness.”


    Brian’s anger was clear as he clenched his jaw tightly, saying, “Very well, have it your way!”


    Just then, the movers approached. “Ms. Marsh, all your items are loaded.”


    “Thank you. Please head to the van; we’ll join you shortly.”


    Rachel took Yvonne’s hand and said, “Come on, Yvonne, let’s leave.” As they neared the door of the living room, Brian positioned himself in their path. Standing imposingly, he looked down at them.


    “Rachel, consider what you’re giving up. You’ve invested a lot here. Once you leave today, returning might not be an option.”


    Right after his words, Yvonne lost her patience. She decisively dropped her heel onto Brian’s foot. His expression twisted in agony.


    Brian screamed, lifting his foot off the ground.


    When he saw Yvonne standing defiantly, his rage intensified. “You owe me an exnation.”


    Yvonne stood her ground, arms crossed. “No exnation needed. It was intentional.”


    “Yvonne, just because you’re Norton’s wife doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate…”


    “You should feel fortunate Rachel ever cared for you, otherwise, it would be more than a mere stomp,” Yvonne retorted sharply.


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    She then gestured dismissively towards the house. “And don’t think this ce holds any allure. Rachel is leaving today, and no pleading will bring her back.”


    Yet Yvonne was not done. She stomped again, this time switching to her right foot after the left.


    Brian inhaled sharply from the pain, but through his difort, he reached for Rachel’s hand. “Now that you’re moving, where will you go?”


    “That’s not your concern, is it?”


    Unfazed, Brian presented a set of keys. “If you don’t want to live with me, that’s fine. Here’s the key to another apartment I own near the office. You can…”


    Rachel interrupted swiftly, “No need. If we’re parting ways, let it beplete. I want no ties left between us.”


    As Rachel stepped out of Brian’s vi, the reality hit her—she had nowhere to stay. Everything had happened so fast that she hadn’t even had time to sort out a rental.


    Just as she slid into the car, Yvonne pressed a key into her palm. “I’ll send you the door codeter,” she said casually.


    Rachel hesitated, feeling a little uneasy. “Yvonne…”


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