Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1150:

Unaware of the storm brewing behind her, Yvonne had merely remarked to Norton that the earrings matched her gown’s green hue. Norton, ever indulgent, had nodded and bid without a second thought.

After a few more half-hearted bids on other items, the couple slipped out of the auction early, Yvonne’s laughter trailing behind them. Shelly’s existence barely registered in Yvonne’s mind.

But for Shelly, hatred consumed her. Yvonne’s face haunted her thoughts, fueling schemes of retribution that found no outlet. Her career, meanwhile, frayed her nerves further. The pressure mounted, leaving her irritable and unraveling.

“Miss Tucker, what’s wrong today?” the photographer sighed, lowering his camera after another botched shot. “You seem miles away. Let’s try again.”

Shelly gripped the edge of her prop chair, forcing her focus. Her eyes drifted across the studio to Jillian Evans, whose poised movements and radiant smile dominated the neighboring set.

Jillian’s star was rising, eclipsing Shelly’s own.

The realization gnawed at her, spiking her anxiety.

more failed attempts, the photographer threw up his hands. “Miss Tucker, let’s call it a day.

Shelly gathered her things

Jillian’s absence—her shoot had already wrapped. Frustration churned in Shelly’s gut as she headed to

entrance, a familiar figure

arm in arm with a man whose face

behind a marble pillar just as the doors began to

Shelly’s hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp. Recognition hit her like a jolt: it was Alexis Gibson, a prominent figure

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raced. So, Alexis was Jillian’s secret benefactor, bankrolling her meteoric rise. The pieces clicked into place—Jillian’s sudden success made

mind, a plan that could topple both Jillian and Yvonne in one devastating blow. Exhilaration surged through her. She wasted no time, slipping her phone from her purse to arrange for someone to shadow Jillian’s every move. Simultaneously, she began plotting her next strike against Yvonne, her thoughts

Her work thrived, and

Norton in the quiet hum of her apartment. But Margie’s phone call shattered