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.

out a small box. “Did you

frowned and shook her

dearest Shelly,” she

of it, she casually opened the box and pulled out

unfolded it, she screamed and dropped

rushed over. The letter lay face-up on the floor—splattered in what looked

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

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

dropped low. “No.

bitter laugh. “Another

the newest

time, Shelly

calls, the bloody letters—none of it worked. So Heidi changed tactics. She began pretending to be one of Shelly’s obsessed fans—watching from

one day, she found an

of the studio alone, her mood foul. The photographer, though famous, was notoriously