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?”

the room—overly sweet and theatrical—Yvonne felt a ripple of disgust stir in her chest. Masking

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

Hardly. Shelly was practically salivating for a crack in her

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 ourselves go.” Her gaze swept

“I suggest you focus on yourself. I’m doing just fine without your

pointedly ignoring

she snapped, tossing her hair. “I try to be kind and you throw it in my face!” She

new

eye, Yvonne caught the retreating silhouette and couldn’t suppress a small, knowing smirk. Shelly’s concern had all the sincerity of

outside the room, Shelly rounded the corner—and collided directly

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

arched an eyebrow, his gaze flicking to the door