Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 27

She couldn’t believe it. After all her schemes to frame Yvonne and drive a wedge between them, Matthew was still defending her. The bond they had forged through hardship was clearly stronger than she’d thought. If she had known Matthew would make such a comeback, she never would have been so final in her rejection of him back then. She should have kept him on the hook.

“Wilma, is breakfast ready? Let’s eat,” Teresa said, changing the subject. She seemed thrown by Matthew’s defense of Yvonne and decided not to press the matter further. She turned to him with a smile. “We’re having a traditional breakfast this morning. I hope you like it, Matthew.”

“I have to get to the office, Mrs. Spencer. I’ll join you another time.” Matthew rose to leave.

“Of course, a young man’s work is important,” Teresa said, then shot Queena a meaningful look. “Queena, walk Matt to his car.”

“No need to trouble Queena. Yvonne can see me out,” Matthew said, his eyes fixed on Yvonne.

Yvonne followed him out, nonchalantly kicking at loose pebbles on the path. Matthew’s car was parked in the driveway. He walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and took out a black velvet jewelry box, holding it out to her.

“For you.”

Yvonne took the box, puzzled. Inside lay an exquisite and expensive sapphire necklace, nearly identical in style and value to the one Queena had worn the day before. The only difference was the gemstone—Queena’s was a ruby, hers a sapphire.

Was he treating them like his personal harem, making sure to distribute his favors equally?

“Satisfied now?” Matthew’s voice was cold, laced with a condescending arrogance. “I never knew you were so greedy.”

He gave a million-dollar piece of jewelry to Queena without blinking, but when he gave one to her, it was greed?

Yvonne’s slender fingers lifted the necklace from the box. She examined it for a moment, a cold smile touching her lips. Then, without warning, she drew back her arm and flung the necklace into the nearby swimming pool.

She turned and walked away, leaving him standing there.

“Yvonne, you’ll regret this!” he yelled after her, his voice a near roar.

“The only thing I regret is ever helping a thankless snake like you.”

The real Yvonne must have felt that same regret when she was kidnapped, and her own fiancé had stood by and done nothing.

As Yvonne walked back toward the villa, she saw Queena approaching from the direction of the pool. Dressed in a beautiful, custom-made gown and crystal heels, Queena looked every bit the pampered princess she had been raised to be.