Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 171

Flora had married Oscar right after college. They were the perfect couple, a true love story. But then, tragically, she had died in childbirth, taking her baby with her. At the funeral, Oscar had collapsed from grief multiple times, vowing he would never remarry. His devotion had moved countless people to tears.

But time, Yvonne thought, was a remarkable thing. It could dull any memory, soothe any pain.

Seven years after Flora’s death, Oscar had another woman by his side.

Yvonne looked at him, her expression cold. She would never be able to call him “brother-in-law” again.

“Oscar,” Queena chirped, her voice dripping with sweetness, “today is my and Yvonne’s birthday. What gift did you get for her?”

“My secretary picked it out. I’m not entirely sure what it is,” Oscar replied, his gaze flicking briefly to Yvonne before moving on, his tone polite but distant. As the heir to a top family, he knew how to maintain a careful distance.

Queena’s smile widened. She ran a hand over the necklace she was wearing.

“Queena, that necklace is gorgeous! Was it a gift from Mr. Rogers?” someone asked, playing their part perfectly. There was no shortage of people eager to flatter the future Mrs. Rogers.

“Oscar bought it for me at an auction specifically for my birthday,” Queena announced, practically glowing with pride.

“Mr. Rogers and Queena are so in love. It’s truly enviable.”

“Queena, you’re so lucky! When you’re the mistress of the Rogers family, don’t forget about us!”

“Yvonne.” Matthew was standing in front of her, his eyes burning with intensity.

His hair was perfectly styled, a clear sign he’d made an effort to look presentable. But his Armani suit was last year’s model, and it looked slightly worn. Life had clearly been hard for him since his company’s collapse. He hadn’t even received an invitation to the party and had been waiting outside, hoping for a chance to see her.

“Yvonne, happy birthday,” he said, fumbling in his jacket pocket. He pulled out a small, elegant box and held it out to her.

Yvonne glanced at the box but made no move to take it.

“You must have the wrong person,” she said, her voice laced with mockery. “Shouldn’t you be giving this to your first love, Queena?”