Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 108

“I did bully her. What are you going to do about it?” Yvonne raised an eyebrow, her beautiful, fox-like eyes turning icy. “This is the Spencer family home. You wouldn’t dare lay a hand on me here, would you?”

“You think returning to this house means you’ve escaped me?” Megan scoffed. “I can ruin you whenever I want.”

She pulled her phone from her purse and played a video for Yvonne to see.

The footage was dark and grainy, showing a small, cramped room. But the figures were recognizable: a younger version of the girl whose body Yvonne now occupied, crying and struggling desperately.

The girl's screams were horrifying, even through the phone’s tiny speaker.

For Yvonne, the memory was a distant, hazy nightmare—a trauma the original Yvonne had tried to bury. Waking in the dead of night, disoriented, only to be pinned down by a man who reeked of alcohol. The little girl had fought and screamed, crying out, “Mom, help me! Please, help me!”

Megan, in the next room, must have heard everything, but she did nothing.

The girl, in a final act of desperation, had crawled to the window and thrown herself from the second floor. She had broken her leg in the fall, but she had escaped.

And now Megan was using that moment of absolute terror, that unspeakable trauma, as a weapon. She truly was a monster.

Yvonne’s face went pale, and the veins on the back of her clenched fists stood out in stark relief.

Yvonne scoffed internally, then adopted a timid expression. “But… I don’t have five million.”

“Then how much do you have?” Megan asked impatiently.

“Four… four million,” Yvonne stammered.

“Fine. Transfer the four million to me now.”

“If I give you all of it,” Yvonne asked meekly, “you won’t release the video?”