Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1142:

She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, wide awake and tense. Sleep was impossible. After tossing and turning for an hour, she grabbed her phone and blocked Heidi’s number.

That should have been the end of it. But it wasn’t.

The next night, at exactly midnight, a different number rang her phone. Then another the night after that. Always at midnight. Always Heidi.

Shelly was unraveling. She considered turning her phone off before bed, but what if her manager needed to reach her?

In the end, she handed her phone to her assistant every night before sleeping, finally getting some rest—barely.

At work, she tried to laugh it off while venting to her manager.

“Honestly, Lucy, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Shelly said, flashing a tired smile.

“It’s nothing,” Lucy replied casually, unfazed as always.

box. “Did you order something

and shook her head. “Nope.

the label. “To my dearest Shelly,” she read aloud,

thinking much of it, she casually opened the box and pulled out a folded piece of

unfolded it, she screamed and dropped it as

face-up on the floor—splattered in what

red, smeared writing, it read: “Shelly,

to calm her. “It’s probably a prank. Maybe some

dropped low. “No.

out a bitter laugh. “Another

newest

this time, Shelly wasn’t

to be one of Shelly’s obsessed fans—watching from the shadows, following her schedule, trailing

one day, she found

out of the studio alone, her mood foul. The photographer, though