Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 167

From that point on, caught between George’s manipulations and her own ambition, one wrong step led to another. Now, she was trapped, with no way back.

Marina’s emotional state was fragile. Yvonne managed to calm her down, and with the help of Marina’s assistant, they got her home.

The assistant stayed to watch over Marina while Yvonne left. She had just stepped out of the apartment building when her phone rang. It was Sandra.

“How is she?” Sandra asked.

“Not good. She can’t stop crying,” Yvonne replied.

“The company’s already doing damage control,” Sandra said. “They’ve had the story scrubbed from the trending lists and shut down all of Marina’s social media accounts. For now, all we can do is let it blow over. It’ll be a long time before she can even think about a comeback.”

“Right now, her career is the last thing on her mind,” Yvonne sighed. “She’s worried about her fiancé.”

“Well,” Sandra said grimly, “she should have thought of that sooner.”

Yvonne ended the call and leaned back in her car seat, feeling a deep sense of frustration.

Her phone rang again. Half-closing her eyes, she answered without checking the caller ID.

To her surprise, it was Verna Gonzalez.

“Yvonne, my mom and brother are so busy I never see them. I’m so bored. Will you come shopping with me?”

“Are you out of your mind?” Yvonne snapped, her brow furrowing in irritation. Verna had never been anything but hostile to her, and now she was asking her to go shopping.

Back when they were just starting their company, they had begged for every deal. Matthew, too proud to grovel, had let Yvonne handle all the networking. He focused on the tech while she navigated the dinner parties and schmoozed with clients and their families. She had handled it all perfectly, never letting him worry.

“Who did you just call a witch?” Matthew’s voice was low, his expression stormy.

“Don’t you remember when those debt collectors almost dragged you off to some underground nightclub? Yvonne was the one who saved you. And when you were nearly attacked by those thugs, she risked her own life to protect you. She’s done so much for you, and you call her a witch? Verna, have you lost your conscience?”

Verna’s face flushed with shame, but she stubbornly retorted, “Why are you only yelling at me? Yvonne did even more for you, and you treated her like dirt, too.”

Matthew froze, a bitter, self-mocking smile touching his lips.

She’s right, he thought. I lost my conscience, too.