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?”

Shelly’s voice lilted through the room—overly sweet and theatrical—Yvonne felt a ripple of disgust stir in her chest. Masking it with a serene smile, she responded coolly, “Ms. Tucker,

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

out a cold, brittle laugh. Worried about her? Hardly. Shelly was practically salivating for a crack

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 disdainfully over the

Yvonne’s smile turned razor-sharp. “I suggest you focus on yourself. I’m doing just

pointedly ignoring Shelly’s presence. “You can leave now. You’re

she’d been slapped. “Unbelievable!” she snapped, tossing her hair. “I try to be kind and you throw it

what’s new

suppress a small, knowing smirk. Shelly’s

Shelly rounded the corner—and collided

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

door she’d just exited. He