Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 63

“I can’t believe Yvonne is the real fiancée. Weren’t the tabloids saying Queena was his first love? That he spent a fortune to get her the lead role?”

“If Yvonne is the fiancée, what does that make Queena? The other woman? His mistress?”

“Maybe she and Mr. Gonzalez are the real deal, but Mrs. Gonzalez only recognizes Yvonne. A love without parental approval is probably doomed.”

“Queena acts like such a diva all day, but it turns out she’s just some secret mistress. How pathetic.”

They punctuated their gossip with stifled giggles.

Queena’s face went cold as she suddenly shoved the restroom door open.

It slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

The girls froze, their faces a mixture of embarrassment and fear.

“Queena,” they mumbled, avoiding her eyes before scurrying away.

Gossiping behind someone’s back was never a good look, and even if Queena was Matthew’s mistress, she was still someone they couldn’t afford to offend.

As the girls fled, Queena’s expression remained grim. She had never been so humiliated in her life.

Just you wait, she thought. Once I marry into the Gonzalez family and that old witch gets too frail to matter, I’ll show her what it truly means to wish for death.

“Queena, it’s Mr. Gonzalez on the phone,” her assistant said, holding out a cell phone.

Queena took it, her face still contorted with rage, but her voice was soft and trembling with unshed tears when she spoke.

“Matthew,” she began, her voice catching in a sob before she dissolved into quiet weeping.

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Her days usually ended around ten at night, only to start again at five the next morning for makeup.

Perhaps because time had been meaningless when she was a wandering spirit, she found herself nodding off in the makeup chair.

The makeup enhanced Yvonne’s striking, fox-like eyes, giving them a captivating allure.

Her gaze could be mesmerizing, yet when she filmed her action sequences, her demeanor turned sharp and formidable.

With her makeup done, Yvonne sat in the dressing room scrolling through her phone, waiting for the assistant director to call her to the set.

As she was watching a video, two actresses walked in, carrying coffee, and a black velvet box.

“I can’t believe the gift is a gold pendant!” one of the girls exclaimed, opening the box to reveal the glittering charm inside.