Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 644:

He tore off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, his stance challenging.

“Dad,” Brian’s voice faltered, reluctance clear in his eyes.

“Enough!” Aron roared. “If you want to walk out that door, you’ll have to knock me down first.”

Aron’s fist shot forward, a swift and merciless strike. Brian refused to fight back, absorbing the blow. A dark bruise blossomed on his cheek as he wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. His voice remained steady but edged with warning. “Dad, don’t force me like this.”

“Enough of your excuses!” Aron spat, landing another punch.

Debby rushed forward, clutching his arm in desperation. “Aron, he’s still our son! How can you hit him like this? Do you want to kill him?”

“Maybe it’d be better if he were dead,” Aron retorted, bitterness sharp in his tone.

He shoved Debby aside and lunged at Brian again, fist aimed squarely at him. This time, Brian didn’t stand idle. He sidestepped with surprising agility, narrowly avoiding the strike.

The tension in the room reached a boiling point as the commotion drew a growing crowd of onlookers. Hector, Carol, and Aron had set aside the family’s reputation to defend Rachel, but she couldn’t allow the chaos to continue. The White family’s dignity—and the fragile bond between Aron and Brian—had to be preserved.

“Stop!” Rachel’s voice rang out, slicing through the turmoil. Clutching the hem of her wedding dress, she hurried forward, heart heavy but resolve unshaken.

“Rachel, stay out of this,” Aron snarled, turning toward her. “I need to make him see reason today.”

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Rachel stepped between them, positioning herself in front of Brian. Her voice was calm and steady, carrying an almost surreal composure. “Thank you. I know you’re standing up for me, and I’m truly grateful for your kindness and support. But this is Brian’s choice to make. I won’t force him to stay, and I won’t stand in his way. If this is what he’s decided, then let him go.”

“But the wedding…” Aron began, his voice trailing off as he grappled with the reality.

“I can complete the ceremony alone,” Rachel replied, firm yet gentle. “We’ve already signed the papers. Legally, we’re married.”

Once she had reassured Aron, Rachel turned to Brian, her gaze unwavering. “Go.”

Brian’s voice was thick with emotion. “Rachel, wait for me!”noveldrama

She watched him leave, the ache in her chest growing with every step he took. In a whisper she murmured, “But I can’t wait anymore. The moment for waiting has passed.”

As Brian’s figure disappeared, the venue fell into an uneasy silence. Without the groom, the joy of the occasion was replaced by somber tension.

“Rachel…” Jeffrey’s voice broke through the quiet, his young face etched with concern. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat.

Rachel forced a gentle smile and ruffled his hair. “I’m all right, Jeffrey. Don’t worry. Why don’t you go sit down?”

“If you don’t want to go through with this, I’ll take you away,” Jeffrey said firmly, his protectiveness shining through.

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