Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 43

Queena felt as if her wrist bones were about to shatter. With tears welling in her eyes, she whispered, "Yvonne… I'm sorry."

The eyes of every spectator were fixed on her, and Queena felt a hot flush of shame. She clenched her jaw, struggling to hide the venom in her eyes.

At last, the spectacle was over.

The exquisite gown was returned to Mrs. Gonzalez, now marred by a tear, much to her regret.

"I can fix this for you," Yvonne offered.

As a child, she had often accompanied Monica on visits to the Cooper residence. She would sit and watch Mr. Cooper at work, and while she didn't possess his masterful skill, she was more than capable of mending a simple tear.

Yvonne followed Mrs. Gonzalez upstairs. In her room, she found a needle and thread of a matching color and quickly repaired the damaged section of the gown.

"My dear Yvonne, you're so clever with your hands," Mrs. Gonzalez said, overjoyed. She immediately changed into the dress.

The style, the color, the cut—it was all perfect.

Wearing her new gown, Mrs. Gonzalez went back downstairs to entertain her guests.

Yvonne, preferring to avoid the noisy crowd, decided to seek refuge in the backyard garden. As she passed down a hallway, she heard laughter and conversation coming from one of the rooms.

It was Matthew and his childhood friends.

The starved-for-love young girl had believed this was love, that a promise was forever.

But to Matthew, she had merely been a pleasant distraction during his downfall. The moment his fortunes turned, he was ready to toss her aside like a worn-out shoe.

And now, the beautiful jewels adorned his old flame's neck, and the sky-spanning fireworks were for another woman. The irony was suffocating.

Yvonne clenched her fists, unable to contain the surge of emotion. With a furious kick, she slammed the door open.

The loud bang silenced the room. All eyes snapped toward the doorway, and when they saw Yvonne standing there, the men shifted uncomfortably, their gazes darting away. So, they did know it was wrong to gossip about people behind their backs.

"What's so funny? Don't stop on my account," Yvonne said, striding into the room under their collective stares. "Let me in on the joke."