Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1143:

A chill ripped through her. She stumbled backward and hit the ground, panic rising.

“If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear,” the voice rasped from behind the mask. “So, Shelly… what are you so afraid of?”

The distorted voice sounded hauntingly familiar. Shelly’s chest heaved. She looked the figure up and down, narrowing her eyes. “Heidi,” she said through gritted teeth. “Is that you? What do you want?”

The figure paused—then, slowly, pulled off the mask. And there she was. Heidi. Her face was gaunt and haggard.

Shelly watched as Heidi tore off her mask and let out a quiet sigh of relief. She steadied herself and stood up, her gaze fixed on Heidi.

But the moment she got a clear look at her face, that relief vanished.

Heidi looked… wrecked. Her skin was ghostly pale, her lips drained of color. Her eyes were wild, rimmed with exhaustion and madness. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her expression teetered between rage and instability.

out, stunned. “How

bitter, snarling laugh. “You’ve got the nerve to ask me that? As

backed away instinctively. Heidi’s

She was out of space to

the car door handle as an idea began

rose, filled with venom. “You destroyed my life—and you’re telling me

sudden burst of energy, she shoved

frozen, trying to

had already scrambled to her feet. She rushed to the car, yanking

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she started pounding on the window,

the engine and peeled out of the lot without looking

her heart