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.

added, holding out a small box. “Did you order something online? This

shook her head. “Nope. Didn’t order

she read aloud, her brow furrowing. “Probably

the box

it, she screamed and dropped it as if it

on the floor—splattered

in red, smeared writing, it read: “Shelly, even in death,

carefully picked it up, trying to calm her.

dropped low.

let out a bitter laugh. “Another one of Heidi’s pathetic

the newest

this time,

So Heidi changed tactics. She began pretending to be one of Shelly’s obsessed fans—watching from the shadows, following her schedule,

day, she

had just wrapped up a grueling photoshoot. She stormed out of the studio alone, her mood foul. The photographer, though famous, was