Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 66

Matthew strode over to her, his voice tight with suppressed anger.

“I know you’re jealous that I got Queena this role, so you’ve been targeting her, making her life miserable. But Queena has the looks and the talent to make it big one day. You don’t need to waste your energy trying to compete with her.

“Once we’re married, I won’t allow you to parade yourself around in the entertainment industry. If you want to be the lady of the Gonzalez family, you’ll stay home and be a proper wife and mother.

“I’ll let it slide this time—you instigating my mother to humiliate Queena, ruining her reputation. But if it happens again, I won’t be so forgiving.”

Yvonne listened patiently, resisting the overwhelming urge to slap him.

“Are you done?” she asked, turning to face him. “Matthew, did you get your ideas from a Victorian novel? You sound ridiculous.”

“Yvonne!” he roared, but before he could continue his tirade, a sheaf of papers hit him squarely in the chest.

He instinctively caught them and saw it was an agreement to terminate their engagement.

Stunned, he flipped through the pages. When he saw Yvonne’s condition for the breakup—10% of his company’s shares—he let out a bitter, incredulous laugh.

“Ten percent of my company? You think you’re worth that much?!”

Even in a divorce, he would never give her company shares. A cash settlement, maybe, but never a piece of the company itself.

Yvonne had anticipated this reaction. She was prepared. She unfolded a bank transfer receipt and held it in front of him.

“Remember this? When the Gonzalez family went bankrupt, you were desperate. No one would help you. This three-million-dollar transfer is what allowed you to start your company. As your angel investor, I’m entitled to a lot more than just ten percent.”

“How do you have this? It was Queena who helped me back then. Did you steal this from her?!” he demanded, his eyes fixed on the receipt.

After getting the money, Yvonne, worried about wounding Matthew’s pride, didn’t give it to him directly. Instead, she sent it as an anonymous investment through the bank.

To think that Queena had ended up taking all the credit. It was laughable.

“She says she helped you, and I say I did. Matthew, who do you believe?” Yvonne’s voice trembled slightly, colored by the lingering emotions of the girl whose body she now occupied.

“Yvonne, if you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. How could you possibly have had three million dollars to give me?” Matthew retorted without a moment’s hesitation.

His words landed, and the last vestiges of the original Yvonne’s feelings seemed to evaporate. To be this utterly disappointed must be a pain that pierces not just the heart, but the soul.

The girl had stood by him through five years of hardship, and he couldn’t even offer her the most basic level of trust.

Yvonne’s gaze turned to ice. “Believe what you want. In that case, Matthew, I’ll see you in court.”