Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1125:

A smile tugged at her lips, soft and lingering, as if she could still feel the warmth of his presence.

But the lightness shattered with the sudden, sharp click of high heels in the hallway.

Her gaze snapped to the door, and just like that, her expression turned to ice. Shelly.

“Yvonne, I heard you were sick,” Shelly cooed as she sauntered in, her tone sticky-sweet with a sharp edge.

Yvonne’s instinct was to ignore her, but the implication in her tone made her pause. “Who told you that?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Shelly replied airily, waving a hand. “I came to visit you. Aren’t you happy to see me?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Her gaze swept the room like a queen inspecting a rival’s court. “You’re sick, and Norton isn’t here? That’s odd, isn’t it?”

her chest. Masking it with a serene smile, she responded coolly, “Ms. Tucker, why such

again, plastering on a sugary smile that didn’t reach her gaze. “Oh, I’m

a cold, brittle laugh. Worried about her? Hardly. Shelly was

inspected her nails, then let her gaze drift back to Yvonne—still lying in the hospital bed, pale and dressed in a shapeless gown. “We women ought to keep up appearances, you know. It’s important not to let

you focus on yourself. I’m doing

a reply, her eyes shifted to the TV, pointedly ignoring Shelly’s presence. “You can leave now. You’re

her hair. “I try to be kind and you throw it in my face!” She flounced

what’s new

Yvonne caught the retreating silhouette and couldn’t suppress a small, knowing smirk. Shelly’s concern

the room, Shelly rounded the

eyes sparkled. Showtime. With a blink, she summoned tears like a seasoned

gaze flicking to the door she’d just